by
Joan Overfield writing as Carolyn Madison
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"Elisabeth," he watched her intently, "how do you think of me? As Lord Flaconer or as Adam?" To his horror her eyes began filling with tears. "Don't ask that," she implored, raising her hand to cover his. "Please don't." Panic filled Adam, panic and an overwhelming sense of aching desire. As a gentleman he knew he should release her, let her walk away and never importune her again. He should, but he could not.  "Why?" he demanded, slipping his hands down to gently cup her face. "I think of you as Elizabeth. My Elizabeth. My beautiful Elizabeth," and he covered her mouth with his own. Her lips were soft and warm beneath his, and he was helpless to resist their sweetness. Fighting the desire exploding inside of him, he drew her closer, savoring the feel of her pressed to his hungry body. It took every ounce of will he possessed to keep from taking more, but he cared for her too much to risk frightening her. Reining in his passion, he slowly raised his head, his heart pounding as he gazed down into her flushed face. "Adam." His name slipped breathlessly from her parted lips, and her eyes were slumberous as she lifted her heavy lashes. "Ah, my sweet, the things you do to a man's resolve," he murmured, tracing a finger along the bow of her mouth. Her cheeks grew rosy, but to his delight she made no move to end their embrace. "You also have a deleterious effect upon my good sense," she said, smiling sadly. "But this changes nothing." "You are wrong," he disagreed. "It changes everything." |
