HEAVEN. This was heaven. He’d known it would be. The touch of her, the delectable taste—she was everything he had dreamed of and more.
Her hair was silk in his fingers, the skin at her nape like rose petals. Her mouth, so sweet and eager, met his without reservation. How soon could they marry? Today? Tomorrow? He would bring her father to London and get a special license with all haste.
The more his desire rose, the more he knew they must stop. They dared not lose control.
They were so close to losing control.
And he wanted to lose control.
But not here, in a carriage, with Georgiana’s reputation at risk.
Save his sister first. Then ravage his fiancée.
With great reluctance, he pulled away, stroking her cheek as he did so. “My sweet Elizabeth. That was...”
“Yes,” she said coyly. “I
