*Kingsley*
Devil takes me, but she smells of the fragrance I had been searching for. Jasmine, a little musty warmed by flesh.
I go as still as she does, her hand near my elbow. I'm not touching her, but the distance between us doesn't prevent me from luxuriating in the heat emanating from her.
“Pride and Prejudice."
My gut tightens and shoots need straight to my groin because the words are uttered in the rasp of a woman aroused. Or perhaps it's my own arousal influencing what I hear and how it sounds to my ear. So sensual, so inviting. It takes everything within me not to do something untoward, not to nibble on her lobe or nip at the soft skin beneath her jaw. Her hair hangs in a long plait down the length of her spine, and I'm tempted to unravel it, to comb my fingers through it and g
