Wicked Designs (The League Of Rogues) - Plot & Excerpts
Godric’s kisses robbed her of rationality. But if she didn’t prove she could best him, even at a kiss, then he would win. But this question transcended a game. Kissing him was a dare she wanted to accept. Part of her yearned to show him she was a woman who desired him and that she could kiss as good as any woman he’d been with before. Heart waltzing in her chest, she spoke: “I agree then. One kiss.” She felt compelled to offer her hand to shake on the deal but she knew he’d only laugh, so she refrained. Emily took the book and set it aside. Godric rested his palms on the tops of his muscular thighs. He ceded control to her, allowed her to take action. For some reason this both comforted and aroused her, and she found the courage to reach up and take his face in her hands. The ghost of a beard that shadowed the line of his jaw was rough beneath her palms. Her skin tingled and her breath quickened. His eyes fixed on hers, lacing a spell around her with their magic. He was too far away, and she needed him closer.
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