I have no interest in the little shrew, I was only angry with her for interfering.” “Of course I didn’t mean it,” came his brusque reply. Trenear interrupted when he came to fetch her. “You did what?” Helen prompted, her brow furrowing. After she told me that you no longer wanted to see me again, I-” He broke off, his mouth grim. Winterborne said, “I behaved badly, the day that Kathleen visited.
As long as I make it clear that I’m quite willing to marry you, I’m sure he’ll agree.”Īn unaccountably long pause ensued. “He was the one who suggested the match in the first place. Trenear will never consent to the match now.” “Why did you say that in the past tense?” she asked, blinking. The glow of pleasure Helen felt at the compliment had disappeared by the time he finished. But I did want you for more than just that.” I’m a bruiser from North Wales, with a taste for fine things. “You’re as pretty as a moonbeam, cariad, and I’m not a high-minded man. “She was right,” he surprised her by saying.
Winterborne turned and set his back against the wall, his arms folded across his chest. And I was worried about something Kathleen said, that you thought of me only as. “But it’s difficult for me to tell people what I think and feel. “I should have been more open with you.” She watched the stream of sand as it measured out second after yearning second. Seeing that the hourglass was empty, Helen wandered to his desk and turned the timepiece over. He was silent, tugging irritably at his stiff shirt collar. only wish the first time had been like that.” “I wanted you to.” Helen blushed at her own forwardness. As he rested the side of his fist against the window frame, she saw that his hand was trembling.Įventually he let out a ragged breath. Keeping his back to her, he focused on the distant green oasis of Hyde Park. Although he was recovering from the train accident with remarkable speed, he still walked with a faint limp.
A protest slipped from Helen’s throat as he set her aside with more force than was strictly necessary. With startling abruptness, he tore his mouth free and pried her arms from his neck. Winterborne kissed her with such blind, ravening intensity that she could almost feel his soul calling into her.Īnd then he stopped. There was no thought, no will, nothing but a sensuous tangle of darkness and desire, while Mr. He gripped her closer, his mouth returning hungrily to hers. She gasped as he found a sensitive place, her knees slackening until they could barely support her weight. Clasping her head in his hands, he tipped it back and dragged his parted lips along the side of her neck, nuzzling and tasting the soft skin. She had never imagined that a man would kiss her as if he were trying to breathe her in, as if kisses were words meant for poems, or honey to be gathered with his tongue.
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