Touch Of A Scoundrel (Touch Of Seduction 3) - Plot & Excerpts
But his mouth was so beguiling, so firm and warm, she found herself lingering like an unfinished sentence, dangling midair in search of a rational conclusion. His arms circled round her with a rightness that belied the wrongness of the kiss. He’d goaded her to this, as surely as a lamb driven to market. And she’d allowed him to. Whatever is not expressly forbidden is assumed to be accepted. She hadn’t forbidden him. Worse, she hadn’t forbidden herself. His masculine scent, rich with bergamot and sandalwood, tangled up with the perfume of the orangery. It was a gentle assault on her senses, but it bore down with unrelenting persistence, like the trickle of water that will eventually hollow out solid rock. His mouth moved surely on hers, tempting her to tarry in the sweet wickedness of this moment. Even though she knew everything about this kiss, this moment, this man, was wrong, she couldn’t pull herself away from the torrent of sensation. His lips on hers stirred up an inner storm.
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