His hands tautened on her arms, and she felt the impatient nudge of his erection against her buttocks. “Believe me, this is important.”
“A large matter indeed.”
“Definitely.”
As he turned her to face him, she didn’t resist. She responded to his kiss with joyous abandon. When he lifted his head, she was breathless.
“You still drive me mad,” he groaned.
“I’m glad.” She traced the thin white scar down his cheek, the only relic from his savage beating. She rather liked it. It made him look dangerous, a pirate. Her pirate. He no longer walked with a limp, and his body had regained all its former strength and vigor. “But you should be gentle with me today.”
He frowned in quick concern. “Aren’t you feeling well, Diana?”
Her laughter bubbled with joy. “I’m feeling marvelous. Although that may not last. With Hester, I cast up my accounts with revolting regularity the first few months.”
Pleasure illuminated his intense features, and he kissed her quickly. “I’d hoped. When?”
“If I’m correct, next spring.”
His stare was purest jade. “Diana, you make me so happy.”
The sweet sincerity of his words brought tears to her eyes. “I was horribly weepy in the first weeks too.”
The devil’s smile appeared on his face, more devilish these days because of his rakish scar. “You just need distracting.”
Excitement made her heart race. “Here?”
He arched his eyebrows in the familiar expression. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
She twined her arms around his neck and yielded to bone-melting anticipation. “You’re insatiable.”
His smile was all libertine. His smile was all for her.
“For you, my darling, always.”
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Captive of Sin
Returning home to Cornwall after unspeakable tragedy, Sir Gideon Trevithick stumbles upon a defiant beauty in danger and vows to protect her—whatever the cost. Little does he know the waif is Lady Charis Weston, England’s wealthiest heiress, and that to save her he must marry her himself! But can Charis accept a marriage of convenience, especially to a man who ignites her heart with a single touch?
There is one alternative.” Gideon’s tone was neutral, artificially so, Charis thought. His eyes didn’t waver from her face. “We could get married.”
For one radiant moment, joy flared inside her.
Married…
She rose and took an unsteady step toward him. “Gideon…” she began as wild happiness exploded in her breast.
His troubled expression halted her in her tracks and reminded her of his pain when she’d told him she loved him. She sucked in a tremulous breath and looked at him properly.
Her glittering palace of hope disintegrated. The hands that had risen toward him fell back to her sides and formed fists of anguish.
“What’s this about?” she asked in a flinty voice.
He shifted away from the windows, back toward the fire. He stopped before her, still too far away to touch. Of course.