Touch of a Lady
“He was quiet as a wraith. Florence was certain he must be able to hear her heart. It was all she could hear, pounding in her chest, throbbing in her ears.
She shifted on the settee. The rustle of her petticoats on velvet and the creak of the settee’s walnut joints sounded unnaturally loud. The man headed straight for her, his footsteps as sure and unhesitating as if the room was bathed in light.
Florence wondered if he could smell her fear there in the dark and that’s what drew him so unerringly to her.
She gave herself a mental slap. There was nothing to fear. She was simply going to surrender her maidenhead like countless milkmaids did every day. It was no great feat. She only had to allow it to happen.
He settled beside her and took her into his arms. His mouth found hers in a kiss of surprising gentleness. Florence had expected this coupling to be done on the double-quick since they were shortly due for an interruption.
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