His rake's smile returning, Vane stood and strolled toward her. "Speaking of performance, would you like me to carry you to lunch?"
She wouldn't- narrowing her eyes at him, Patience would have given half her fortune to avoid the sensation of being scooped so easily into his arms, and carried away so effortlessly. His touch was unnerving, distracting; it made her think of things she really should not. And as for the sensation of being helpless in his arms, trapped, at his mercy, a pawn to his whim- that was even worse.
Unfortunately, she had no choice. Cooly, inwardly girding her loins, she inclined her head. "If you would."
He grinned- and did.
She wouldn't- narrowing her eyes at him, Patience would have given half her fortune to avoid the sensation of being scooped so easily into his arms, and carried away so effortlessly. His touch was unnerving, distracting; it made her think of things she really should not. And as for the sensation of being helpless in his arms, trapped, at his mercy, a pawn to his whim- that was even worse.
Unfortunately, she had no choice. Cooly, inwardly girding her loins, she inclined her head. "If you would."
He grinned- and did.
( Stephanie Laurens )
[ A Rake's Vow ]
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