Even if only for the evening. It was almost three weeks since he’d waylaid her at the museum. Weeks packed with surprises, not all welcome. One of the least welcome was that every time she went away, he had to battle not to insist she stay. No matter how long they were together, whether they made passionate love or argued some intellectual question or talked quietly about inconsequential matters, it was never long enough. It just seemed…wrong when she wasn’t with him. Like the world turned in the opposite direction or a waltz played with four beats to the bar instead of three. Her back a graceful arch, her full bosom pressing impudently against the sheer white shift, she rested one stockinged foot on a chair and bent to tie her garter. The picture was enchanting, alluring. He crossed his arms behind his head and enjoyed the view. He couldn’t remember a woman who captivated him just with her presence the way Diana did. She turned, catching him. That could hardly discomfit her—he constantly stared at her.
What do You think about My Reckless Surrender (2010)?
