Читать книгу Lord Libertine - Gail Ranstrom - Страница 3
Оглавление‘So, Lady Lace, is that your game? Gathering kisses?’
She was not surprised that he knew her alias. She was well on her way to becoming notorious.
He was dark and handsome—strong and commanding—dangerous. She realised what she had to do.
She closed the short distance between them, slipped her arms around his neck and lifted on her toes to reach his mouth. When she pressed her lips to his, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to the wall. No escape.
No mercy.
His kiss was consuming and powerful, making her head swim and her senses reel. When her resistance weakened, it turned coaxing, teasing with little flicks of fire at the edges. There could be nothing even remotely similar to this kiss. She was losing herself to it—losing her very will to resist.
