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384 pages, ebook
First published February 18, 2020
He kissed her for all the midnights and mornings they would never share. He kissed her with a tenderness he would never be able to express in words, and felt her response in his blood, as if her sweetness had sunk into his marrow.
My wife expects me to join her upstairs for a nap.”
“How could a grown man sleep in the middle of the day? Why would you even want to?”
“I wasn’t planning to sleep,” Devon said curtly.
“Oh. Well, I would like to have my own wife to nap with. In fact, I’d like some good, hard napping on a regular basis.”
Feelings are inconvenient,” Tom said. “It’s why I decided to limit mine to five”
His gaze returned to Cassandra’s face, which would haunt him to the last minute of life. He had collected every smile of hers, every kiss, to hoard like a treasure chest of jewels. These few seconds with her were all he had, or would ever have.
He gripped her hard against him for a few searing seconds. "This is why we can't be friends," came his rough whisper. "I want this every time I see you. The taste of you...the feel of you in my arms. I can't look at you without thinking of you as mine. The first time I saw you-" He broke off, his jaw hardening. "My God, I don't want this. If I could, I'd crush it like a cinder beneath my boot."
"We'd better start negotiating," he said raggedly. "The first issue is how much time you'll want to spend with me."
"All of it," Cassandra said, and sought his lips again.
Tom chuckled. "I would. I...oh, you're so sweet...no, I'm...God. It's time to stop. Really." He crushed his mouth against her hair to avoid her kisses. "You're about to be deflowered in the library."
"Didn't that already happen?" she asked, and felt the shape of his smile.
“There are no limits to what I would do for you”
"My wife expects me to join her upstairs for a nap."
"How could a grown man sleep in the middle of the day? Why would you even want to?"
"I wasn't planning to sleep," Devon said curtly.
"Oh. Well, I would like to have my own wife to nap with. In fact, I'd like some good, hard napping on a regular basis."
"I arrive at the office no later than half past eight. Working London keeps different hours than aristocratic London."
"I'll awaken as early as necessary," Cassandra said.
"You may not find it worth the effort."
"Why? Are you grumpy in the morning?"
"No, but I wake up on the go. I don't like to linger over breakfast."
"You must not be doing it right. Lingering is lovely. I do it all the time." She stretched her arms and shoulder, and arched her sore upper back, her breasts lifting with the motion.
Tom stared at her, mesmerized. "I might stay just to watch you linger."
"Perfection is impossible. Most mathematical truths can't be proved. The vast majority of mathematical relations can't be known. But you... standing here in your bare feet in that dress... you're perfect."
"Nothing has been exciting or satisfying for years. With you, though, everything is new. All I want is to be with you."
Men like Severin and Winterborne were common born but had made their own fortunes.
He was steaming in the residual heat from the range ... the fine linen of his shirt clinging to his hard-muscled back.
Cassandra was inwardly amused by his discomfort at being less than perfectly attired and groomed in front of her. She actually preferred him like this, all disheveled and unguarded.
"There are no limits to what I would do for you."
And there he stood, with his heart in his fist. What was the name of this feeling?
“You’re trying to appear as harmless as a lamb. But we both know you’re not.”
“I have lamblike moments,” Tom said. At her dubious glance, he insisted, “I’m having one right now. I’m one hundred percent lamb.”
“There are no limits to what I would do for you.”
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According to basic geometry, one kiss could change your life.
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But he couldn’t help feeling a primal pang of relief, his heartbeat settling into a satisfied rhythm … *Still mine … still mine*...
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“Not if your heart is frozen,” Cassandra said.
Mr. Severin grinned at that, and made no reply. But as they neared the last step, she heard his reflective, almost puzzled murmur.
“Actually … I think it just thawed a little.”
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This was something she had never known but had always craved … to be enfolded, anchored, wanted … exactly like this.
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“I'm asking you to tell Lady Cassandra about my good qualities as well as the bad ones."
"What good qualities?" West inquired sharply.
Tom had to think for a moment. "How rich I am?”
“Feelings are inconvenient,” Tom said. “It’s why I decided to limit mine to five.
“Perfection is impossible. Most mathematical truths can’t be proved. The vast majority of mathematical relations can’t be known. But you … standing here in your bare feet in that dress … you’re perfect.”
“Hearts don't start out frozen," Cassandra said wisely. "Something happened to you."
Mr. Severin gave her a slightly mocking glance. "How do you know so much about the heart?"
"I've read novels-" Cassandra began earnestly, and was disgruntled to hear his quiet laugh. "Many of them. You don't think a person can learn things from reading novels?"
He kissed her for all the midnights and mornings they would never share. He kissed her with a tenderness he would never be able to express in words, and felt her response in his blood, as if her sweetness had sunk into his marrow.