“Och, Sarah.” He brushed her lips with his, his kiss soft as a whisper. “Tonight, I’ll show you the richness of a man’s loving. I’ll make you forget London and the feckless suitors who deserted you. I’ll do my best to make tonight last a lifetime. In the years to come, when you lie alone in your bed and the night grows long and bitter, remember how it felt when I held you, kissed you, made you mine. “Remember this night. Remember me.” Then his mouth closed over hers in a slow, languorous kiss, scattering her thoughts, warming her blood, leaving her breathless and shaking. When at last he broke the kiss, she couldn’t help but whimper in protest. He pressed his forehead to hers. “There’s naugh’ to fear, Sarah. This willna be as it was last time.” “I—I’m not afraid.” “Then why do you tremble?” His fingers traced circles along her spine. “You. You make me tremble.” His lips curved in a slow grin that lit a fire in her belly, his fingers dropping to the buttons on her shirt, slowly unbuttoning it until it fell to the floor.
