Читать книгу Bane Beresford - Ann Lethbridge - Страница 2
Оглавление‘My lord,’ she gasped.
In the light from the sconce his face was all hard angles and smooth planes. There was a loneliness about him. She was sure of it this time. An impossible bleakness as he stared into her eyes. His lids lowered a fraction, and his mouth softened and curved in a most decadent smile when she nervously licked her lips.
A flash of hunger flared in those storm-grey eyes.
An answering desire roared through her veins. Shocked, heart pounding, she stared into his lovely face, waiting, wondering.
Slowly he bent his head, as if daring her to meet him halfway. Unable to resist the challenge, she closed the distance and brushed her mouth against his. His hand came behind her nape and expertly steadied her as he angled his head and took her lips in a ravenous kiss.
On a soft groan he broke away. His chest was rising and falling as rapidly as her own. His gaze was molten.
‘Would it really be so bad to be married to me, Miss Wilding?’ he asked in a low, seductive growl.
