There was pleasure to be had here, between the two of them. She’d been too inexperienced to understand why her skin prickled when he was near or her heart beat faster even though she was not afraid of him. There was a connection. A force that pulled them together. She felt it now as his mouth hovered close to hers. Her body swayed like a woman caught in a faint, her limbs loose. And she could not deny she wanted to explore the feeling. To understand it as he did. “I would not call it a threat,” she said finally, the breeze whistling past the linen walls that shielded them. “Especially when I have known little pleasure. Perhaps you should give me a taste of this and I will decide for myself.” The low growl he made in his throat did not frighten her. She liked the way his eyes darkened at her words. Wrapping his palm around the back of her neck, he drew her closer, tipping her face to his.
