There was lust—pure, scorching, molten lust. An outrageous craving to touch his bare skin, nibble his lower lip, or rock her hips in time with his as he thrust deeply into her… Yes, she felt lust. Then she remembered the wager, and she felt anger. Surely she was worth more than fifty pounds! Then she remembered that they had despised each other for most of their lives. One of them had even put an entire body of water and several nations between them. For nine years. But she also had to consider the perfect day he had planned for her, rife with adventures, and how he grinned and held her hand through it all. She remembered the surge of contentment she experienced whilst lying in his arms after making love. To her surprise, he had shown he was everything she never thought he was—attentive, adventurous, loving. There were times when he hurt her or made her cry. She had sworn never to forgive him. But at the end of the day, all she wanted was to be in his embrace.
