Tall, Dark, and Wicked by Hunter Madeline

Author:Hunter, Madeline [Hunter, Madeline]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2015-10-05T18:30:00+00:00

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When something close to clear thinking began returning—and it took a good while to do so—Ives experienced a curious moment similar to what he knew after thrashing a man after succumbing to an abrupt outburst of anger. His sensible self tapped his current self on the shoulder and asked, What in hell are you doing?

Enjoying the rarest peace with a lovely woman. Go away, you self-righteous idiot.

Unfortunately, he could not avoid thinking forever. And so amidst the tangle of limbs and sheets he made with Padua, a few solid ideas made their way into his head.

Being with a tall woman indeed had its benefits.

He had ravished her. He had not intended to, but there was no other word for it.

She had not been a virgin. That she might be had entered his mind rather late, when he was long past caring too much about it. He doubted that thieving rogue had had her more than a few times, from her ignorance, but at least Lord Ywain Hemingford had not just assaulted an innocent.

She lay beneath him still. He looked down at her long, white, shapely leg sprawled to his side. He raised himself up on his arms and gazed at her face. Her thick, dark lashes feathered her snowy cheeks, and her lips remained slightly parted. Deep breaths did not sound like those of sleep, but of someone recovering from extreme exertion.

You ass. Look at her. What in hell were you thinking?

He had been thinking nothing at all. He had left rationality in his own chambers. He had been little more than a chaotic collection of hungers and raw need when he came to this door. If she had sent him away, he probably would have howled like an animal.

Only she hadn’t. And he had repaid her generosity by battering her like a whore.

He eased off her. Her lids fluttered when he withdrew, but she did not open her eyes. He settled beside her, propped on his arm. He caressed her cheek with two fingertips.

“I hurt you.”

She shook her head. “I am not frail. Far from it.” Her lashes rose and she looked right into his eyes. “I liked it.”

Now, that was interesting. “And here I was forming an apology.”

“Please don’t. That would make it sad.” Her lids lowered again. An impish smile curved her lips. “If I am going to be scandalous and irresponsible, I would prefer passion to politeness. I would prefer the wicked Ives to the upstanding Lord Ywain.”

Even more interesting.

Absolved of his bad behavior, he pulled her over and tucked her against him. She required no apology, but the upstanding Lord Ywain sat on his shoulder, reminding him of other matters that should be addressed. Not now. He shrugged the inconvenient ideas away.

“Do you think to do this again?” she asked.

“Not for half an hour.”

Her head jerked around and she looked up at him. “Oh.”

“Ah. You did not mean now.”

“No.”

“I think the future is up to you.”

“Not entirely.”

She did not mean it was up to him too.

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