Saints and Sinners by Tatiana March

Author:Tatiana March [March, Tatiana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tatiana March
Published: 2013-11-14T06:00:00+00:00

A fire crackled in the hearth. Eliza sat in front of the flames, drying her hair. She wore nothing but a blanket draped over her shoulders. After her bath, Joaquin had toweled the moisture from her skin, and then he’d occupied himself with shaving. When Eliza found herself alone with her thoughts, the dreamy feeling had faded, leaving only the fear knotting in the pit of her stomach.

She’d been a fool to think of tonight in casual terms.

Bedding down with a man was not like a kiss. It was not something you could ever take back. The line between decent women and fallen ones was narrow and absolute. After tonight, she could never cross back over that line again.

Behind her, water sloshed as Joaquin stood in the tub. She hadn’t offered to wash him, the way he’d washed her, but as she sat fanning her hair in the heat of the fire, she’d stolen glances at him.

His shoulders spanned broad. Dark whorls of hair covered the ridged contours of his chest. Now, as he stood to rinse, she saw the flat belly, the narrow hips and the corded muscles on his lean arms and legs. Last of all, her attention fell on the masculine part of him that she might have reason to fear the most. Suddenly, she wished he hadn’t told her the story of Manuela, how her husband had brought her terror on their wedding night.

He was so much stronger than her. If he wanted to hurt her, she had no weapons to fight him.

“What is it?” Joaquin asked, and Eliza realized she must have made an involuntary sound.

“I was thinking how badly you could hurt me if you wanted to,” she replied, startled by the blunt question into telling the truth.

He reached for the back of a chair where he’d draped a towel and quickly dried. Then he tossed away the towel and came to her with silent steps, like a graceful predator.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said.

He sank to his knees before her. Eliza clung to the blanket, her hands fisted beneath her chin, so that the thick wool shielded her like a tent. Joaquin didn’t try to pull the blanket away from her. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips warm and soft. As the heat of the kiss spread through her, the earlier dreamy sensations returned. Her hands moved of their own volition, reaching around his shoulders, joining behind his neck, and only when he gently tipped her backward to lie down on the floor, she realized that she’d invited him to join her in the shelter of the blanket.

“Don’t be afraid,” he told her, and then his mouth started a slow exploration of her body. He trailed kisses along her arms and down her sides to the flare of her hips. He rolled her over and kissed the arch of her spine. He found hidden places—the back of her knees, the dip of her waist, the swell of her buttocks—that caused an odd tug between her legs.

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