Wedded to the Welsh Baron by Sasha Cottman

Author:Sasha Cottman [cottman, sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cottman Data Services Pty Ltd

Chapter Eleven

Rhys’s strong hands cupped Wister’s face. For a moment their gazes met, and a silent understanding quickly took place. They both wanted this.

He captured her mouth with a gentle, tender kiss. Once. Twice. He brushed his lips over hers. She sensed his hesitation but also his need. As an unwed young woman, she had much more to lose from this encounter than Rhys did. When he drew back, his lips parted. She feared he was about to apologize. She would die if he did.

“Rhys,” she whispered.

When he leaned in again and took her mouth, she silently exalted. This time, he kept nothing back and she gave the kiss her all. Tongues danced over one another, fingers speared into hair—it was all she could do not to grab hold of the towel and cling to dear life in order to make sure he didn’t try to escape. Wister groaned as Rhys grabbed the front of her apron and held fast.

As he claimed her lips, her faint resolve wilted. If Rhys wanted her, she would let him strip her naked and take her right here and now on the table. She didn’t need to touch herself to know she was more than wet and willing for him. The kiss grew ever deeper, more frantic. She reached for the towel, silently cursing herself for having made such a clever knot that it remained firmly in place. Her desperate craving for his heated skin quickly overcame what remained of her sense of decorum.

All those cold, empty nights longing for the caress of a man—to be held and loved.

Please. I will do anything to have you.

Rhys broke free of the kiss, panting heavily. Her gaze took in the scowl which now appeared on his brow, and all Wister’s hopes for sharing a night of passion with him evaporated.

Damn. He regrets it.

She got to her feet and without a moment’s thought for the chill of the evening or the rain, which was now steadily falling, Wister flung open the kitchen door.

As she ran out into the night, Rhys’s voice echoed behind her in the darkness. “Wister, wait. Come back!”

You fool. You bloody fool. You should never have kissed him. Now he will want you gone.

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