Chapter Ten
Edward blinked. She wants me to bed her?
Arousal flared inside him as his imagination took flight. He saw that tall, voluptuous body naked in his bed. He saw himself exploring those ripe breasts, imagined the weight of them in his hands, the silken smoothness of the skin.
He stared at Miss Chapple, transfixed with lust.
Her blush grew more fiery. “If it would be too distasteful—”
“Distasteful? On the contrary, it would be . . .” He couldn’t think of any word to describe how utterly pleasurable it would be. How utterly reprehensible.
As if she had heard his thoughts, Miss Chapple said, “I realize that my request is quite improper, Mr. Kane.”
It was more than improper; it was so far beyond proper that—
“But I shall never marry, and I should like to know what it’s all abou
