Catch A Falling Heiress: An American Heiress In London - Plot & Excerpts
Marrying any of them, however, was a notion he’d never wasted time contemplating. Matrimony was an expensive business, and everyone knew he hadn’t a bean. Not that his dismal finances had ever mattered anyway since he’d never met a woman he could envision spending a lifetime with. But now, with his lips on those of a woman he’d known less than fifteen minutes and his marriage proposal to her still hanging in the air, all Jack’s previous notions about matrimony went straight out the window. With her velvety lips beneath his and her lithe body pressed against him, Jack felt as if the earth were caving under his feet and his body had been lit on fire. Suddenly, giving all his kisses to just one woman for the rest of his life seemed more like delight than deprivation. Everything about her overwhelmed his senses. The taste of her mouth—warm and soft, with hints of sherry. The scent of her hair—delicate and luscious from the heliotrope. The shape of her—slim and lithe, with perfect curves that seemed to brand him on the spot.
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