Grace Under Fire

But she was an innocent, and what her body wanted, her mind might well reject. Should reject, if she had any wish at all to be accepted in polite society.

But he hoped she would not, for he longed to strip her cold, damp gown from her breasts and suckle their sweetness while Colin did the same. If she would only give them a chance to show her how much pleasure they could give her, he was sure she would be theirs forever.

Still, it must be her choice. If she decided their path could not be hers, she would suffer no ill consequences from this evening’s departure from the ballroom in their company. Colin had made certain of that.

She took a shuddering breath as he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Do you understand, my lady, what we offer? What we require?”

Capturing her lower lip and rolling it between her teeth, she looked from him to Colin with wide, uncertain eyes. “I—I think you are saying that if I marry Lord Fitzgerald, you will both…occupy my marital bed.”