Chapter 2
Cocky bastard. He knew Dove wouldn’t be able to push him away now. And Dove didn’t want to. If any woman had a man as gorgeous as Richard of Gascony at their feet, they would certainly not refuse.
Dove stepped out of Richard’s arms and surveyed him. His tunic fitted his body very well, a little too well. The pale green was a perfect contrast to his red hair. Her father had said any person with red hair was a spy from the devil. That they were temptation for humankind.
Dove was beginning to think her father was right. And she wanted to see more.
“Take off your tunic.”
“Do you want my shirt off as well?”
“Absolutely.”
Richard grinned.
“As you wish, my lady.”
He stripped off his tunic, dropping it to the floor. His shirt followed moments later, and then he was standing befo
