The Notorious Lord Knightly: A Novel (The Chessmen: Masters of Seduction #2)

by Lorraine Heath

Knightly urged his horse into a more urgent gallop, a punishing pace, because he possessed an obsessive need to outrun the past. Odd that, as he was, in fact, heading straight for it.

You are no longer my reality. I don’t think of you, dream of you, or yearn for you. I am free of you. Utterly and completely. Good day, my lord.”

“Then end my torment, my abstinence, and kiss me. For old times’ sake. Afterall, a kiss is only a kiss.” With him, a kiss had never been only anything. “You’re a fool if you think it will be as it was before.” “Then prove me a fool.”

“It has not been my experience that a woman takes any joy in bedding at all.” “Then, my lord, you are not doing it properly.”

“I’m not boasting here. What I’m about to say is simply to make a point. But I had kissed . . . several women before you, and yet that night was a revelation for me, a shock clear down to my boots. You owned me that night.” And every night since.

It is the passion of the woman he is kissing that he reacted to, that swept him away, that silenced his voice of reason, that made him want with a desperation that is near impossible to satisfy. It was more than merely a kiss. It was breath, life, and love. It was a world where dreams dared to exist and yearned to become reality.”