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and the only one who cared one whit about the difference between sedimentary and metamorphic rocks.
Her blow landed square on his flat, male nipple, as though it were the Devil’s own door-knocker.
Only days later, while she was banging away at a cliff face with a rock hammer, would the perfect retort spring to mind.
“Well,” he said. “Certainty becomes you.” Her heart gave a queer flutter. It was the nicest thing he’d ever said to her. She thought it might be the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her. Certainty becomes you.
man might engage in flirtation with disinterest, even disdain. But he never teases without affection.”
Lately, Colin thought he’d give his left nipple—bollocks were never up for negotiation—for
This is already more nipple than usual and we’re 6% in
The worst of it was, that seductive claptrap he’d spooned her . . . it hadn’t all been lies. She wasn’t without her peculiar brand of allure.
I’m inordinately pleased that we get both points of view here!!
“Colin, you shouldn’t have made the boy such promises. You’re always doing this. I’ve no doubt you meant well, but your good intentions land like mortar shells. Again and again, you fire off that mouth of yours, and the innocents around you get hurt.”
Truly? That whole determined, dangerous saunter across the room was for me? In that case, would you mind going back and doing it all over again? Slowly this time, and with feeling.
But that wasn’t the right word. Their bodies had “met” some months ago, that night in the Summerfield gardens.
No, it wasn’t enough. Not nearly. Colin knew she didn’t respect him. But now that he was seized with lust for her, she ought to at least reciprocate with a grudging-yet-helpless infatuation.
In fact, he made her feel so safe and comfortable, they were halfway through their meal of roast beef and boiled carrots when Minerva felt suddenly struck—smacked in the face—by reality. She was in a small bedchamber, with a single bed. Alone with a man who was not her relation, nor her husband.
There’s only one bed!!!! Finally.
It was simple biology. Birds felt it. Bees felt it. Even primeval sea snails felt it.
Men never hesitated to declare their presence. They were permitted to live aloud, in reverberating thuds and clunks, while ladies were always schooled to abide in hushed whispers.
But most of them never had this chance, to lie next to him in the flesh. This was happening to her. Because—though she tried not to indulge in fanciful dreams—when she did give in and imagine herself feeling safe and adored in the arms of a handsome, charming, unattainable man . . . That man looked a great deal like Colin.
enjoying the company of three ladies
Four??
“I quite like your cock. Smooth as talc on the outside.” She slid her hand up again. “But like granite beneath.”
“I do love rocks, as a matter of fact.” A coquettish smile crept into her voice. “I find them utterly fascinating. I’m forever taking them in hand. Exploring their every ridge and contour.” She skimmed a petal-soft fingertip over the head of his cock, tracing the flared ridge of the crown and the dewy slit at the tip. Then her touch teased down his length, all the way to the root. “Some of them have very interesting veins.”
“Yes, of course.” He lazily riffled a hand through his hair. “I walk the tightrope, and my lady here . . .” He stretched his arm around Minerva, drawing her close. “She’s a first-rate sword swallower.”
But he wasn’t a better man. He was Colin Sandhurst, reckless, incorrigible rogue—and damn it, he couldn’t resist. He wanted to amuse her, spoil her, feed her sweets and delicacies. Steal a kiss or two, when she wasn’t expecting it. He wanted to be a besotted young buck squiring his girl around the fair. In other words, he wanted to live honestly. Just for the day.
She reached for her spectacles every morning, first thing. Because she could make no sense of the day without them. Colin reached for her.
“I thought you were the one who argued against having any expectations at all. Isn’t that your grand life philosophy? You said expectations lead to disappointments. That if you expect nothing, you’re always surprised.” He gave a bark of laughter. “In that case . . .” He turned to her. His hazel eyes sparked with intensity. “Surprise.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re marrying me.”
🥰
She didn’t even have the good sense to avert her eyes. She just stared at him, wide-eyed and curious. He had half a mind to pull the shirt over his head, cast it aside, and say, Here. Look your fill. This is what years of thieving, prison labor, and battle do to a man. He almost chuckled at the thought. Oh, she’d run screaming then.
I doubt it
“And I will curse the gods along with them, Min. Some wild monsoon raged through me as I looked at you just now. It’s left me rearranged inside, and I don’t have a map.” They stared into the mirror.
He loved her, beyond anything. And she was lost to him, forever.
IDIOT
Minerva’s eyes swept him from boots to crown. He was tall and handsome and . . . well, tall and handsome
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