‘George? Please kiss me.’ She begged him.
He wondered in that heartbeat if she understood just how badly he wanted to kiss her. More than that, to claim her as his own. She thought he was disappointed in her, truly he was trying to reconcile the idea of a virtuous Knight willingly engaging in smuggling. Unless the introductions provided by Sastra had truly been so valuable. What then?
‘You run dangerously close to ruin, my Lady,’ he warned but moved to stand between her legs. Her thighs either side of his hips. Her skin was lifted with goosebumps so he smoothed it gently, hoping to warm her.
‘There’s no future for us,’ Lilia lay her hands on his shoulder. His heartbeat thudded uncomfortably. They had toed this line of desire, but never had he felt so close to losing control. How far co
