The Lady Thief of Belgravia: A swoon-worthy Victorian historical romance novel by Grey Allison

Author:Grey, Allison
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Storm Publishiing
Published: 2024-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Cole awoke, slowly and with uncertainty, sometime in the wee hours of the morning. He stared up at the intricately coffered ceiling high above, hearing nothing but the tick of the clock and the soft breathing of the woman who lay beside him. He turned his head to look at her, and the faint light from the dying embers in the hearth caught the fine, smooth line of her cheek and the sheen of her dark hair where it lay like a ripple of black satin over her small, shapely breasts. He well remembered the feel of them in his palm and of the sweet taste of her as he had buried his face between her thighs. His cock stirred at the memory, and he rose from the bed with a grunt, pulled on a dressing robe, and crossed the room to the window. Outside, the garden was still and quiet and he glanced at the clock to mark the time – nearly three in the morning. He sighed. He would be late now, but his associates in the Home Office would have to wait. He had no new information for them anyway. He had nothing until he found out where Salisbury was keeping those documents. Looking over at the form in the bed, his chest grew tight with some unspoken emotion. That look in her eyes as she had pushed him out of the way of the footpad – that fierce, fearless fire made him want her all the more. Never in his life had he met a woman so unabashedly bold and strong and unafraid to say what she meant. And never in his life had he wanted anyone more than her.

And what of it? he thought to himself as he moved to the door and slipped into the hallway with hardly a whisper. Will she be your lover? Will you court her as you would some well-bred heiress? Will you marry her? Cole shook his head. Somehow, he did not think she would respond positively to any attempt at wooing; indeed, he would almost expect her to laugh in his face. And what was it about her that made him want to do any wooing at all, when he knew his current circumstances did not truly allow him to have anyone else in his life. His career left him too busy, his heart too guarded.

Cole moved through the still and silent house, making his way to the back door as he did every night. It was a system of his own devising. He could not be seen to be visiting Whitehall regularly and so the boys he used to pass along his correspondence and intelligence would leave briefing packages outside his back door each night. He opened the door and there it was, sitting unassumingly on the flagstone. Cole bent to pick it up, and, quite liking the fresh night air upon his face, didn’t bother going inside to unwrap it. He pulled the twine away and slipped off the wrapping.

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