Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Instead he nodded and rested his shoulder against the blue damask backing of the lounge they shared. “So looks don’t matter, and I’m guessing since this is something you are keeping a secret you don’t care about his money.”
She flushed and he bit back a grin. Seriously, this woman had no idea how enchanting he found her. Her expression fell and his heart did that weird flipping, clenching thing.
“I’m not going to pretend that I know what goes on between people in the dark, but I don’t feel that I’m unreasonable to want to feel,” she shrugged again looking lost and uncertain, “I don’t know, something other than disgust.”
“It shouldn’t be in the dark with you, lioness, but daylight.”
Her flush went even deeper, and he needed more of it.
“Daylight?” A slight tremble to her word.
“Hell yes. So the sun could dance along your skin, shining on the different shades of reds hiding amongst the rich browns in your hair. So the flush of your skin could be tracked and your lover can see every. Single. Response. You give.”
Her hand trembled but she didn’t drop his gaze. She nibbled her lower lip and tipped her head to the side. “You’re trying to throw me off and keep my mind occupied.”
Bryn blinked once. “Is that what I’m trying to do?”
Rosamunde hesitated then gave a firm nod. “You think if you toss out comments like you are, I’ll get flustered and not think about how my life is less than ideal.” She finished the chocolate and put the cup down on the table near her. “And yes, you will make my skin red because these are all things I’ve been sheltered from, but I’m not going to back down. I know it’s not like you’re trying to seduce me, which means you are saying these things to shock me.”
He swallowed back his immediate comment about how wrong she was and simply smirked.
“Good, because I am looking forward to having discussions with you about fucking.”
Her eyes widened before she pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “I will not be embarrassed. I have to learn this.” She inched closer to him and sighed. “Teach me about fucking.”
Yeah, he wasn’t going to be standing up anytime soon.
She scooted even nearer, enveloping him with the violet and mint scent he dreamed about every fucking night.
Let’s not forget how I wake. Her name on my lips and seed on the mattress.
Having her plump lips forming the words ‘fucking’ while she watched him with those big, innocent green eyes pumped more blood to his cock.
He bit the inside of his cheek until he had better grip on his control. “Not tonight.”
Her expression fell. Only briefly, but he saw it. Bryn spent far too much time studying and understanding this woman’s facial expressions.
A small upturn of her lips as she rose to her feet. “Of course, you have so many other more important things to do. Thank you, for what you did tonight.”
She walked to the door, glanced at him over her shoulder and gave a soft smile that he instinctively knew she didn’t give out to others, then walked out, leaving him alone.
Not moving until he didn’t doubt she had retreated up the stairs to the second floor, Bryn huffed out a frustrated breath.
He’d never craved anyone like he did his lioness. Falcon had been right and this was going to kill him. He was an idiot for agreeing to do this. I’m not going to be able to keep this strictly professional.
Expelling a huge sigh, he stretched out on the lounge, head on the cushion she’d been on, and in his mind he could still smell her alluring scent. The door opened but he didn’t open his eyes, simply draped his forearm over them and waited for the servants to pick up the service and leave him alone to wallow in his self-made misery.
“Will you be needing us to tend the fire, my lord?” A female voice.
“No thank you. I’m heading to bed.” He wasn’t about to engage with a maid this late in the night, or early in the morning, he wasn’t sure anymore.
He paid no attention to her response and tried to figure out his next move.
* * * *
Despite his late night, Bryn left the house early the next morning to take himself to the boxing academy, where he would be meeting her brother. At one minute till seven Lovell walked in the room.
Lovell Fletcher no longer had the same smug air surrounding him. The few guys he’d gone against in the ring had not pulled their punches. Having yet to step in the ring with him, Bryn cracked his neck, looking forward to the pleasure.
“Where’s my sister?”
Pausing in the act of unbuttoning his coat, Bryn held the watery blue gaze and slowly lifted an eyebrow.