A soft smile parted her lips as she looked up into Galen’s face, which warmed her dreams each night. She brought him closer. When his arm swept beneath her, lifting her against his strong chest, she welcomed his beguiling lips. Something creaked softly as he pressed closer to her. Scintillating sparks burst from his fingers where he caressed her back. “You came for me, Galen,” she murmured as his mouth traced the pulse along her neck. His laugh rumbled through her as the thunder had, dangerous, yet exciting. “Did you think I would be unable to resist the invitation to call on the virtuous Phoebe Brackenton at a brothel?” “Galen!” His smile broadened as his gaze raked her face with unfettered desire. “What? Are you telling me that you are a reluctant harlot? If you choose to meet me at Sandra Raymond’s house, you are supposed to give me pleasure, not problems.” “I did not choose to meet you here!” “Is that so?” He laughed and brushed her lips with a fiery kiss before sitting on the edge of the bed.
