She drew back her head to look up at him and he realised that her hair was unbound and fell over her shoulders to make a background for the whiteness of her skin. It was very long and very fine, a silken sheaf where a man might bury his face and forget everything but his own desire.
“I did not expect you so soon.”
Her voice was very low and yet at the same time there seemed to be another meaning in the words, an enticement and an invitation.
“Did you really believe I could stay away?”
She smiled at this and her eyelids dropped, her long dark lashes sweeping her cheeks as though she was shy and yet Lord Lynke had the impression that it was not shyness but triumph that she concealed.
She moved her feet a little to one side and he understood that she was inviting him to sit down on the e
