Journey to love by Barbara Cartland

Author:Barbara Cartland
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-908303-40-0
Publisher: Barbara Cartland.com

CHAPTER FIVE

The cabin was in darkness.

The Marquis stood still for a moment and then he reached out his hand and turned on the electric switch.

There were three lights in the cabin and he lit the one which was attached to the gold corolla over the bed. He chose this light because it was not as strong as the others and he thought more romantic.

Now he could see that Shana was asleep in the bed as he pulled the door to and walked towards her.

If it had been any other woman, her sleep would have been a pretence and when he reached the bed she would wake up with a start and appear surprised to see him.

Shana did not move and he realised that she was in fact fast asleep.

He stood looking down at her and thought no one could be lovelier.

Her eyelashes against her perfect skin were darker than her hair and the Marquis appreciated how long they were.

She was lying back against the pillows completely relaxed, her hands on the sheet in front of her and because it was a warm night, the sheet was low enough to reveal the outline of the curves of her figure beneath a diaphanous nightgown.

The Marquis looked down at her and Shana appeared to him even more desirable and beautiful.

He felt the blood throbbing in his temples and he knew that he had only to bend forward to hold her lips captive.

Then because she looked so young, so innocent and so helpless, he paused.

He had promised to protect her, but did she really want to be protected from him?

Was this another part of the act?

He felt that he had been very patient so far and no man in his position would have waited so long for the response which had never come.

I want her,’ he thought. ‘I want her as I have never wanted a woman in my life.’

Yet something still stopped him – something which made him feel as if she was in some way protected.

Not only by her own innocence, but by some spiritual force in the form of a shield around her sleeping body.

He started to tell himself this was all nonsense. He was a man and she was a very lovely and desirable woman.

What else could be expected to happen when they were alone on his yacht?

‘I want her! I want her!’ he felt his body insisting, yet still he hesitated.

Then as if an angel, or whoever was protecting Shana, won the battle and he turned away.

He could not hurt or even touch anything so perfect, so beautiful and so pure.

He walked back to the door, turned out the light and returned to his own cabin.

Only when he was in bed, knowing it was going to be very hard for him to sleep, did he ask himself if he was a fool or a saint.

*

Quite unaware that the Marquis had visited her cabin the previous night, Shana woke early.

The sun was streaming through the porthole and when she looked out she thought the Mediterranean was as blue as the Madonna’s robe.

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