Daniel looked out of the window. “About five miles.” “Oh, why does the last part of the journey always seem to take the longest time?” She threw herself backwards on the seat, hitting her bonnet off the Padua silk behind. “I can think of a way to pass the time.” He sneaked his arm around her and drew her close until his head was tilted at an angle under the brim of her bonnet. What was wrong with him? He had never been so eager to constantly bed a woman in his life. Was it because he had had to wait so long for her, or because he knew he was bound to her for life? Whatever it was, Lady Rebecca Ramsey was one very alluring young woman. “Daniel,” she breathed. He cupped her breast, knowing that these were her most erogenous zones and a slight touch from him was enough to bend her to his will. “Please, Daniel, I do not want to arrive at Drumbane house looking as if I have just been ravished.” “I am sorry.
