Lady Of Intrigue by Sabrina Darby

Author:Sabrina Darby
Language: ron
Format: mobi
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The room at the inn on the northern outskirts of the city was in his name, or at least the name he went by here in Vienna, and she did not give hers. She met him in the bold light of day, no spies, no servants, and no need for extraordinary secrecy. Anticipation soared through her as she climbed well-worn wooden stairs to his room. This time she was coming to him of her own free will.

The third door on the left, the proprietor had said. The door was a dark wood, the center polished smooth by the touches and raps over the years. She knocked. The door opened. Her stomach gripped and tumbled at the sight of his dark eyes, his dark gaze, the intensity of his desire.

Gerard.

Space, light, extinguished between them. The thump of the door closing, the turn of the lock, sounded distantly in her head as that desire devoured her, lips on lips, bodies overlapping. They pulled at each other’s clothing, undressing at first in a frenzy and then more languidly, taking their time as he unlaced her stays, his thumbs caressing circles onto her back.

Finally naked they stood, their skin golden in the afternoon light. She had never had a chance to admire him before. Now, her heart as full as her desire, she could. She traced the hard planes of his chest, trailed her finger down to his hip. He reached out and she stopped him, trapped his hand in hers, lifted it to her mouth. She pressed a kiss to his knuckles and then to the bones of his wrist. The length of his arms intrigued her. She had admired his lean strength before, but now it was hers to explore. The suntanned skin, dusted with hair, the corded muscles. She wanted to lick it all and she wanted to cry.

“Gerard,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Ma chere.” He pulled her against him, whispered to her in French, soothing her. “My love, my beautiful, brave, intelligent Jane.” She understood the words but it was his voice and the language that washed over her with the comfort of home. His home. His language. He had said he had no country that was his, but now in his voice it was clear that the language of his childhood was his first, the one he dreamt in. The one he loved in.

He loved her.

Loved.

His love had overwhelmed her at first, felt impossible. But now…

Such an amazing, incredible thing to have grown out of death, out of the strangest of circumstances. To have met a man who could see her for who she was, not as someone’s daughter or a flush dowry or any other superficiality. Not that money is a superficial— She thrust the pragmatic thought from her head. It did not belong here in this room, where all that mattered was this moment together. Here, emotion reigned. Here, she could love him.

She lifted her hand between them and touched the warm skin of his chest, reveled in the beating of his heart beneath.

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