“Why?” She didn’t understand.
He looked to her now with a mix of determination and uncertainty. “Because I want you, Harriet. I want things I have no right to have.”
She wet her lips with her tongue, afraid and excited all at once. She understood what he meant, but her only experience with desire had been her stepfather’s predatory gazes. Redmond was nothing like George, and her body seemed to recognize that.
“That makes you human, Red. We all…want things.” Her eyes focused on his lips. For all of his hardness and intimidation that night they first met, his lips had remained soft, inviting, even mocking at times, but their sensual promise had never left them.
“I have a tenuous grip on my lust, Harriet. But I could manage one kiss, if you have no objections.”
She didn’t have a single o
