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January 23 - January 24, 2019
she rose up on her toes and did just that, pressing her lips to his full, soft ones. He was so warm, the heat of him coming through his linen shirt and waistcoat—the waistcoat she grabbed instantly and without thought, as though he might be able to keep her steady in the wild moment. As though he weren’t the reason it felt so wild, with the way he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him, the movement making her gasp her surprise. He growled—a deep, delicious sound, and his teeth nipped at her lower lip before he whispered, like darkness, “Take it then. Like you mean it.”
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with something like surprise in his eyes. He took a step away from her, rubbing the back of one hand over his lips. He shook his head. “Felicity Faircloth, you’ll burn me down.”
And we need an aristocratic chit under our protection like a dog needs diamonds.”
Being a darling of the ton was a fireplace filled with wood left out in the rain—hopeful and worthless.
She looked to her brother. “Shall I tell you what worries me?” He didn’t reply, but she saw the guilt flash over his face. Good. “The fact that even after everything that has happened, you still cannot see beyond your own problems.”
“I’ve seen you in candlelight, and in the eerie glow of your ice hold, in the dead of night outside and in the evening starlight on a ballroom balcony. But I’ve never seen you in the sunlight. You’re very handsome.” She was so close. Close enough that he could track her gaze as she explored his face, taking in all the faults and angles. Close enough that he could explore hers—perfection to his flaw. And somehow, he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “It’s strange. All those times we’ve met in darkness, and I’ve only ever seen you in sunlight.”
“Revenge is sport. It isn’t important. Nothing changes in the end, and double the wrongs have been committed.”
