Sweet as the Devil by Johnson Susan

Author:Johnson, Susan
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2011-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

BUT IT WAS at least noticeably different, for Jamie was standing motionless in the doorway to the bedroom as his men discussed him, enthralled by the enticing image before his eyes. Sofia was sleeping curled up like a kitten, the counterpane tucked under her chin, a tumbled mass of flaxen hair falling over her cheek. He was surprised at the raw emotion she provoked, for she was neither kittenlike nor docile as she was now in sleep, and her lush form, which could conceivably trigger a powerful response, was completely concealed. There was no logical reason why he should feel this fierce, raging desire to mount her.

He softly swore at the same time his fingers closed on the package in his hands.

Sofia came awake at the sounds, quickly scanned the room, and smiled as she caught sight of Jamie. “You’re dressed.”

“It’s half past six. I’ll draw your bath.”

She stretched lazily. “Will you join me?”

He shook his head.

“Have you come to wash my back?” Her question was playful.

He shook his head again. “We have to leave in half an hour.” He swiftly strode across the room and entered the bathroom, his self-discipline sorely taxed. He was fighting the impulse to chuck everything for a quick fuck. Christ—as if he should be thinking of sex now, with Von Welden’s dogs on their heels.

A dash of proverbial cold water—that reminder.

His composure restored, he turned on the water in the tub, left the package on the dressing table, and returned to the bedroom, his libido in check.

“I have to talk to my men. You have”—he glanced at his wristwatch—“twenty-five minutes. There’s a dress of sorts in that package in the bathroom. We’ll stop this afternoon and find something better. This village is too small for fashionable shops. I apologize for the unstylish garment, although the dressmaker was kind enough to open her door at this early hour, so.” He shrugged. “I tried.”

“I’m sure it’s perfectly fine.” He was restless, but then she didn’t live a soldier’s life. Apparently timetables mattered. “I’ll hurry.”

He’d been expecting dissent; he was relieved. “Thank you,” he said, with a small courtly bow. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have matters to attend to. I’ll have breakfast sent up. The guards outside your door will see you to the carriage once you’re ready.” He smiled suddenly. “I appreciate your cooperation.”

She laughed. “Were you worried?”

“A little.”

“I appreciated your cooperation last night,” she said with a teasing grin. “Surely I’d be remiss to refuse your simple requests this morning.”

“Thank you again,” he urbanely replied. “And please keep an eye on the time. My men will be mounting up soon.”

“Then I must rush.” She threw back the covers and leaped from the bed.

It was all well and good to intellectually overrule the notion of fucking Miss Eastleigh with time so limited. But her voluptuous body manifest in all its glory as she bounded from the bed was something else entirely.

Her plump breasts bounced provocatively.

Her pale pubic hair glistened even more provocatively.

Torrid memory flooded

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