Quinn approached the bed, his hands itching with the urge to touch her. The invisible pull she had on him was unsettling. What made this young English woman so irresistible? She was undeniably pretty, but looks hadn’t mattered to him before, not as much as other things anyway.
“Rowena, wake up.” He surrendered to the temptation to touch her and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
When she still didn’t stir, he gave her shoulder a delicate shake. She sighed, rolled onto her back, and exposed the swanlike curve of her neck and the soft swells of her full breasts covered by the gown she wore.
“Five more minutes, Milly,” she murmured sleepily. “I’m having the most wonderful dream.” She wriggled her body and smiled, her eyes still closed.
Fascinated, Quinn leaned over and whispered in her e
