Though the night was dark, it was far from silent. The high stone walls that surrounded the back gardens of the townhouse did little to subdue the wild revelry of Carnival. Margaret would see many fascinating things during the next few nights, and Trevor was looking forward to seeing her reaction to the spectacle.He thought of the evening before. He hadn't planned to kiss her so soon, but he'd seen the curiosity and awakening desire in her eyes, and the temptation had been irresistible.He could still smell the tangy fragrance of lemon soap that clung to her skin and feel her body in his arms. He could still savor the sweetness of her mouth beneath his and feel the unexpected jolt of pure lust that had rocked him at that first taste of her. Desire flared inside him again at the memory of it.He drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her passionate response to his kiss had been far more than he'd expected, and if he had chosen to take it further, he could have. But he knew that, for her, kissing was an experiment, and a few stolen kisses would not be enough to win her hand.
