Twice Tempted
““Fiona…” She met his gaze, unflinching. “Chuffy and Mae are out with the telescope. Bea has retired. And you and I are—”“Alone.” In so many ways.His body leapt back to life. His hands began to shake. “Are you sure?”She didn’t nod. She didn’t have to. There was not merely invitation in her eyes. There was need, a need that called to his. A need he understood. A need for solace, for intimacy, for absolution. For respite from an uncertain sea.Later he didn’t remember going in. He couldn’t quite say who made the decision or moved first. All he knew was that he resented having to let go of her hand. That they never spoke of a plan to avoid exposure, but that she went upstairs first, past the footmen, past the butler, as if she had finally given up on the day and simply wanted to sleep. He knew that, left behind, he counted heartbeats until he could follow. He knew he planned out her seduction as he waited, step by step, clothing article by clothing article. And he knew that when he opened ...the door to his room to find her standing limned by the firelight, he forgot all about his plan.They came together as if they had been completing an action begun four years earlier, mouths melded, hands moving, clothing falling in piles across the floor.MoreLess
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