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.Did you crawl between the legs of your servantwomen?But he hadn't, of course, because Laura had been alive.And a man like this.ah, a manlike this would be faithful to the woman he loved, even when she was great with hischild.No, he wouldn't have lain with those other servant women.Not when Laura was alive.But now.Now Laura was dead.Bryony felt a flush of heat stain her cheeks.He took another step that brought him rightup to her.She saw the desire leap in his eyes, hot and desperate.Saw the muscle jump inhis temple.Saw the determined slant of his mouth. He's going to take me, she thought, her lips parting as the breath left her body in a longkeening sigh.He's going to thrust me back into my room and take me now, the way a mantakes a woman he wants.She swallowed hard, and his fierce, hungry gaze dropped to her mouth.He leanedforward.She knew he was going to kiss her.She couldn't move.He made a harsh, tearing sound, deep in his chest and straightened up.He pushed past herand headed toward the front door.The wind of his passing caused the lantern flame toflicker and almost go out.His hand twisted the door handle and yanked it toward him.As if released from a trance, Bryony whisked herself into her room and slammed the doorshut behind her.Panting, she pressed against it, her hands splayed at her sides.She remembered the tumult of fear and want that had swept over her as he leaned intoher.Long after she heard his footsteps disappear into the night, she stood there with herhead tipped back against the door panel, her heart thudding wildly in her chest.But shecould not v decide which was the stronger.The fear.Or the want.CHAPTER FIFTEENHe would make her his mistress.Hayden leaned against a veranda post and watched the moon-silvered river slide pastthrough the darkened trees.He had spent too many nights out here, he decided.Too manynights smoking cigars and willing the frigid air to cool the heat in his blood and help easethe pressure in his loins.He'd had a lot of reasons for holding himself back, but none of them seemed good enoughanymore.Yes, she was his servant.Yes, he felt guilty about desiring another woman sosoon after his wife's death.But his need for this dark-eyed convict woman with her full,ripe breasts and mysterious past was turning his life into an aching, howling hell.If ithadn't been for the fear he'd seen in her eyes tonight, he'd have taken her, right there onthe floor of the hall.He'd have thrown up her skirts and spread her silken white thighswide, and sank his hard man's body into her soft woman's flesh.Right there.The problem was, she did fear him.It was obvious in the way she stiffened whenever hetouched her, even when he touched her tenderly, in comfort.And it was obvious in thehunted look that sharpened her fine features every time he looked at her with desireblatant and hot in his eyes.He swore crudely and reached in his pocket for a cigar.It wasn't going to be easy, convincing Bryony to become his mistress.But he was determined he was going toconvince her.He wanted her willing.He wanted her to want him.He wanted her to enjoyhim.He bit the tip off his cigar and fumbled for his tinder-box.He struck the flint, his handsshaking as he remembered the smoldering fire he'd glimpsed in the dusky depths of herdark brown eyes tonight as he leaned into her.She might be afraid of him, he thought afraid of his sexuality, afraid of the power thathis position as her master gave him over her.But there was more to her awareness of himas a man man fear, he was sure of it.He'd seen it in the telltale flush that stole across herhigh cheekbones whenever she let her gaze rove over his body.In the way her lips partedand her breathing grew rapid and shallow whenever he was near her.Her woman's body wanted him.Even if she didn't know it yet.Even if her woman'scaution made her fear where that wanting might lead her.She was skittish.Like a fillythat had been badly handled by rough, clumsy men in the past and now needed to begentled.He would gentle her.He would give her time to get used to having him around.Time toget over her fear of him.Then he would have her.Bryony looked up from the table at which she sat, cleaning the glass chimneys of a half-dozen oil lamps, and watched as St.John tilted his chair back against the house wall.Simon lay along the length of his father's thighs, his head on Hayden's knees, and playedwith his father's watch [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Did you crawl between the legs of your servantwomen?But he hadn't, of course, because Laura had been alive.And a man like this.ah, a manlike this would be faithful to the woman he loved, even when she was great with hischild.No, he wouldn't have lain with those other servant women.Not when Laura was alive.But now.Now Laura was dead.Bryony felt a flush of heat stain her cheeks.He took another step that brought him rightup to her.She saw the desire leap in his eyes, hot and desperate.Saw the muscle jump inhis temple.Saw the determined slant of his mouth. He's going to take me, she thought, her lips parting as the breath left her body in a longkeening sigh.He's going to thrust me back into my room and take me now, the way a mantakes a woman he wants.She swallowed hard, and his fierce, hungry gaze dropped to her mouth.He leanedforward.She knew he was going to kiss her.She couldn't move.He made a harsh, tearing sound, deep in his chest and straightened up.He pushed past herand headed toward the front door.The wind of his passing caused the lantern flame toflicker and almost go out.His hand twisted the door handle and yanked it toward him.As if released from a trance, Bryony whisked herself into her room and slammed the doorshut behind her.Panting, she pressed against it, her hands splayed at her sides.She remembered the tumult of fear and want that had swept over her as he leaned intoher.Long after she heard his footsteps disappear into the night, she stood there with herhead tipped back against the door panel, her heart thudding wildly in her chest.But shecould not v decide which was the stronger.The fear.Or the want.CHAPTER FIFTEENHe would make her his mistress.Hayden leaned against a veranda post and watched the moon-silvered river slide pastthrough the darkened trees.He had spent too many nights out here, he decided.Too manynights smoking cigars and willing the frigid air to cool the heat in his blood and help easethe pressure in his loins.He'd had a lot of reasons for holding himself back, but none of them seemed good enoughanymore.Yes, she was his servant.Yes, he felt guilty about desiring another woman sosoon after his wife's death.But his need for this dark-eyed convict woman with her full,ripe breasts and mysterious past was turning his life into an aching, howling hell.If ithadn't been for the fear he'd seen in her eyes tonight, he'd have taken her, right there onthe floor of the hall.He'd have thrown up her skirts and spread her silken white thighswide, and sank his hard man's body into her soft woman's flesh.Right there.The problem was, she did fear him.It was obvious in the way she stiffened whenever hetouched her, even when he touched her tenderly, in comfort.And it was obvious in thehunted look that sharpened her fine features every time he looked at her with desireblatant and hot in his eyes.He swore crudely and reached in his pocket for a cigar.It wasn't going to be easy, convincing Bryony to become his mistress.But he was determined he was going toconvince her.He wanted her willing.He wanted her to want him.He wanted her to enjoyhim.He bit the tip off his cigar and fumbled for his tinder-box.He struck the flint, his handsshaking as he remembered the smoldering fire he'd glimpsed in the dusky depths of herdark brown eyes tonight as he leaned into her.She might be afraid of him, he thought afraid of his sexuality, afraid of the power thathis position as her master gave him over her.But there was more to her awareness of himas a man man fear, he was sure of it.He'd seen it in the telltale flush that stole across herhigh cheekbones whenever she let her gaze rove over his body.In the way her lips partedand her breathing grew rapid and shallow whenever he was near her.Her woman's body wanted him.Even if she didn't know it yet.Even if her woman'scaution made her fear where that wanting might lead her.She was skittish.Like a fillythat had been badly handled by rough, clumsy men in the past and now needed to begentled.He would gentle her.He would give her time to get used to having him around.Time toget over her fear of him.Then he would have her.Bryony looked up from the table at which she sat, cleaning the glass chimneys of a half-dozen oil lamps, and watched as St.John tilted his chair back against the house wall.Simon lay along the length of his father's thighs, his head on Hayden's knees, and playedwith his father's watch [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]