Chapter Thirteen
Kate had been lucky enough to avoid James at the breakfast table, having come down very late, but she knew an interview between them was inevitable after what had happened last night. She’d spent long hours thinking about it, sleepless, while the sky had lightened into dawn, remembering the words he’d said and the soft touch of his mouth on her skin. His hands had been at her waist, warm and strong, and she’d felt hot, as if she blushed all over. His kisses had been so light and delicate down the line of her jaw that they could have been the whisper of a butterfly’s wings, and when he’d touched his tongue to her skin she’d felt a sensation, deep inside herself, that had been hot and sweet and almost painful. And then he’d tried to kiss her properly, his mouth against hers
