Page 25 of My Gentleman Spy
He stuffed his hands into his jacket pocket, unable to shake the nagging thought in the back of his mind. There was something else about her, somethingunexpected.
Staring out to sea, watching as the local fishing boats headed out with the late evening tide, he sensed the truth of the effect she had onhim.
He had known her all of one day; he did not even know her real name. Yet desire stirred in his blood. Every time this afternoon he had looked at her, he had been gripped with an impulse to take her into his arms once more and kiss her senseless. To run his hands over her hips and pull her hard againsthim.
He let a whoosh of air out of his lungs, feeling himself go hard at the mere thought of her. How was he going to survive two weeks on the ship back to England with her? He could not stay locked in his cabin the wholetime.
If he was not to go mad in that time, he had to uncover all that he could of the mystery woman he had pulled from the sea. Make her reveal all her deepest secrets tohim.
First thing he had to do was to discover her realname.
Then he would make her hisown.
