To Bayard’s astonishment, his kiss was not destined to seal their covenant and end.
Though the lady’s touch proved her innocence, her ardor more than compensated for any lack of experience. Bayard’s own breath caught, his heart halted, then raced madly. Indeed, she was sweet and willing; the combination of her honesty and her eagerness enflamed him.
Bayard’s fingers were in her hair before he knew his own intent, his hand at her nape, his other arm wrapped around her waist. He caught her closer, cradling her against him, certain she would back away from the flame she had coaxed to life. But she was undeterred, mimicking his every touch so readily that desire began to cloud his good sense.
“God in heaven,” the older maid whispered in horror as the lady kissed Bayard with new vigor.
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