‘You run dangerously close to ruin, my Lady,’ he warned but shifted. Suddenly he stood between her knees. His hands smoothing over her bare arms to warm them.
Ruin? She bit her bottom lip. Was that what held him back? The belief that she was saving herself for marriage? ‘There’s no future for us,’ Lilia lifted her own arms, resting her hands on his shoulders. How could he absolve him of any guilt? If he still wanted her, even after everything tonight she still wanted him. Needed him. Desired him desperately.
‘And if that is true? If there is no future?’
‘Perhaps…perhaps that is where passion lies,’ she swallowed, not believing a word of it. Lilia aimed for lighthearted, she could give herself to George. She knew that she would love him and never regret it. If only he could accept that
