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had caught and snared hers.
“You don’t look away,” he said softly , still staring down at her. His nearness required Kate to tilt her head back to look at him making her realize that she came only to his chin. She felt strangely sheltered standing in his shadow, petite and fragile, yet safe. She wondered if it was his physical strength or the aura of power that made her feel that way as he leaned in propping himself with one hand on the shelves next to her head. “Why not?”
Forgetting who he was, the role she was meant to play, Kate couldn’t help but ask, “Why should I?”
Chapter Eight
Brandon Ryder, just recently E arl of Harrowby, stared down at the maid in surprise . He hadn’t expected such an answer, but what could one expect from an American? Everyone knew they were a brash bunch , lacking in basic m ann e rs. The girl didn’t even know how to execute a proper curtsey! However , he supposed, a woman who looked like this one might get away with any number of faux pas if she smiled upon a man as she did him.
She was a beauty to be sure. Her face was a perfect oval dominated by large green eyes that stared up at him with astonishing directness through thick , black lashes that swooped like wings down and up with every blink. Her dark brows arched delicately over those amazing eyes and her equally dark hair contrasted with cheeks of smooth creamy ivory now touched with a becoming blush. They curved gently down to a strong jaw and chin that held a hint of stubbornness. H er straight little nose tilted up just a bit at the end over rosy lips that were full and dared a man to kiss them.
With her head tilted back, Harrowby could make out the long slim column of her throat accented in the light of the lamp . Lifting a hand, he lightly encircled her neck tracing a delicate line down the side with a fingertip and he felt her quiver of response. Felt his own leap from aw areness to desire in an instant as he held her gaze with his own though he was aware of her tongue darting out to moisten those tempting lips.
“Why should you?” he repeated her question in a low voice already husky with desire and Kate couldn’t help the shudder that his seductive English accent sent through her. He was mesm erizing to say the least. H is voice , if it were possible, was more entrancing than his face. “You are my servant, are you not? It is your place to be subservient to me, to bow to me.”
“Subservience isn’t really my thing,” she told him breathlessly , caught in the web of seduction that suddenly surrounded them. She’d never known what it was like to want a man at first sight, but she wanted this one. Undeniably.
“Your ‘thing’ ?” he repeated. “What would your thing be then?”
“Let’s just say that servitude is new to me,” Kate told him , reaching out one hand to slide inside his jacket and rest on his side . She was unsure w ho was more surprised , him or her . She could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt , t he flex of the long muscles down his side. Unable to help herself, she brushed her palm up his chest savoring the m uscular outline of his pecs.
Patently t aking her exploit s as an invitation for more action on his part, the earl’s hand traced a path back upwards to cup her jaw, his thumb arching out to stroke her bottom lip. Kate couldn’t seem to remember herself at all, where she was…who he was . She only knew that he was entirely too hypnotic and Harrowby had her in a trance that wiped away her normal good sense. Tilting her head back, her eyes fluttered closed inviting his kiss and she wasn’t disappointed when a moment later he dipped his head taking her lips tenderly with his.
His mouth brushed her s lightly urging her lips apart before settling more firmly, his tongue leisurely dipping just a bit to caress the sensitive flesh of her lips and running along her teeth. Kate could feel the eroti
“You don’t look away,” he said softly , still staring down at her. His nearness required Kate to tilt her head back to look at him making her realize that she came only to his chin. She felt strangely sheltered standing in his shadow, petite and fragile, yet safe. She wondered if it was his physical strength or the aura of power that made her feel that way as he leaned in propping himself with one hand on the shelves next to her head. “Why not?”
Forgetting who he was, the role she was meant to play, Kate couldn’t help but ask, “Why should I?”
Chapter Eight
Brandon Ryder, just recently E arl of Harrowby, stared down at the maid in surprise . He hadn’t expected such an answer, but what could one expect from an American? Everyone knew they were a brash bunch , lacking in basic m ann e rs. The girl didn’t even know how to execute a proper curtsey! However , he supposed, a woman who looked like this one might get away with any number of faux pas if she smiled upon a man as she did him.
She was a beauty to be sure. Her face was a perfect oval dominated by large green eyes that stared up at him with astonishing directness through thick , black lashes that swooped like wings down and up with every blink. Her dark brows arched delicately over those amazing eyes and her equally dark hair contrasted with cheeks of smooth creamy ivory now touched with a becoming blush. They curved gently down to a strong jaw and chin that held a hint of stubbornness. H er straight little nose tilted up just a bit at the end over rosy lips that were full and dared a man to kiss them.
With her head tilted back, Harrowby could make out the long slim column of her throat accented in the light of the lamp . Lifting a hand, he lightly encircled her neck tracing a delicate line down the side with a fingertip and he felt her quiver of response. Felt his own leap from aw areness to desire in an instant as he held her gaze with his own though he was aware of her tongue darting out to moisten those tempting lips.
“Why should you?” he repeated her question in a low voice already husky with desire and Kate couldn’t help the shudder that his seductive English accent sent through her. He was mesm erizing to say the least. H is voice , if it were possible, was more entrancing than his face. “You are my servant, are you not? It is your place to be subservient to me, to bow to me.”
“Subservience isn’t really my thing,” she told him breathlessly , caught in the web of seduction that suddenly surrounded them. She’d never known what it was like to want a man at first sight, but she wanted this one. Undeniably.
“Your ‘thing’ ?” he repeated. “What would your thing be then?”
“Let’s just say that servitude is new to me,” Kate told him , reaching out one hand to slide inside his jacket and rest on his side . She was unsure w ho was more surprised , him or her . She could feel the heat of his skin through his shirt , t he flex of the long muscles down his side. Unable to help herself, she brushed her palm up his chest savoring the m uscular outline of his pecs.
Patently t aking her exploit s as an invitation for more action on his part, the earl’s hand traced a path back upwards to cup her jaw, his thumb arching out to stroke her bottom lip. Kate couldn’t seem to remember herself at all, where she was…who he was . She only knew that he was entirely too hypnotic and Harrowby had her in a trance that wiped away her normal good sense. Tilting her head back, her eyes fluttered closed inviting his kiss and she wasn’t disappointed when a moment later he dipped his head taking her lips tenderly with his.
His mouth brushed her s lightly urging her lips apart before settling more firmly, his tongue leisurely dipping just a bit to caress the sensitive flesh of her lips and running along her teeth. Kate could feel the eroti
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