Fated Love

Teaser Scene

Isabel dropped her plaid onto the settee, and went to stand before Laethan in the silk peignoir her mother and the modiste chose for her trousseau. Even though Isabel was freezing cold, and thought it revealed too much, the appreciation in her husband's eyes was blatantly evident and it stirred a desire in her that could only be satisfied by his touch.

"The night we met, I knew there would be some sort of fireworks between us," she said. "Only I wasn't sure if they were going to be this kind."

With just inches between them, Isabel gazed into Laethan’s crystalline dark blue eyes. The gold flecks in them glowed from his inner warmth, and beckoned her even closer.

She watched him swallow, his Adam's apple bobbed slowly as a lazy grin spread across his face. "What kind of fireworks do we have?"

Laethan's stare unnerved her. The man was going to make her tell him, was going to make her ask for his attention.

Isabel was shivering. If he didn't hold her soon, her teeth would begin chattering… and that wasn't very romantic was it? She also wasn't too proud to beg for his warmth when she was about to die from frostbite in her new rooms. But it was more than just his warmth she wanted. She wanted his touch. Wanted him to touch her all over. Craved it, in fact, because she suspected it might be as combustible as a spark on tinder.