Beautiful. Responsive. Intelligent. He wanted her so badly, it had taken every ounce of willpower he possessed to leave her room. If Adrian had so much as touched her again, the Devil himself could not have stopped him from taking her. How was he going to finish her training? How was he ever going to give her to another man? He did not know. And yet how could he not? His estates, his heritage, his very future depended upon it. He could not have her. Yet he had never wanted a woman more. He looked hungrily at the door between them. He should have told her to block it. He shook his head, laughing slightly at the ridiculousness of it all. With all his other girls, he’d had to force them to unbar the door. With Lynette, he wished she would lock it. No man was this strong. With a resigned sigh, he closed his eyes, forcibly replacing the image of her upthrust breasts with green, healthy shoots of wheat on his land. He pictured strong homes, new plows, livestock that his part of the marriage settlement would buy.
