The Rake's Inherited Courtesan
“She inhaled the spicy scent of sandalwood and shaving soap and heated man. One particular man.She opened her eyes. The world tilted, then righted.Against a backdrop of grey sky, a firm stubble-lined jaw appeared inches from her gaze. A trickle of moisture coursed from his temple, over his cheek and down the strong column of his neck into his collar.Christopher. A snaking desire to follow the trail of moisture with her tongue stilled her heart.With a slight grunt deep in his chest, his strong arms flexed around her waist and beneath her knees, shifting her weight. Why was he carrying her?An urge to press her lips against his warm skin flashed, torrid, through her body.He stumbled and his grip tightened, squeezing the air from her lungs.‘Ouch,’ she gasped and pushed at his shoulder.‘Damn it. Hold still.’Gripping her, he sank to his knees and lowered her on to the prickly grass. Brown flecked with green stared into her eyes.‘How do you feel?’ His chest rose and fell in time to his harsh ...breathing.Confused, Sylvia stared across an open field, trees in the distance a dark shadow against a horizon of black clouds edged with gold.MoreLess
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