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hands splayed across his impressive chest. The impact sent a jolt of awareness sizzling through her.
“ I beg your pardon.” At the sound of his deep voice, her heart slammed against her ribs. She could feel the rumble of the deeply voiced apology that seemed to resonate through to her very bones. A decidedly masculine chest pressed against her cheek. She could feel his slow and steady heartbeat compared to her swiftly beating one. The heady scent of spice and heat assailed her nostrils.
“ I’m so sorry. Please excuse me.” Flustered, she twisted out of his grasp almost tripping, trying to ignore the flare of awareness his touch had provoked.
Piper hauled her gaze up to clash with the familiar amber eyes from her most insistent dreams. Blast! “Rockwell!” She blurted, gazing into his eyes trying to ascertain if he felt the same jolt of awareness she had. She cleared her throat. “Your pardon, my lord.”
Graydon stared down at her. He didn’t blink, but his lips curved into a captivating smile meant to disarm her. “For my sins.” He bowed, his voice tinged with humor. He was surprised his voice even worked. His mouth suddenly dry, his tongue felt swollen too big for its space, and he felt unexpectedly gauche.
Surprised by his reply, Piper chuckled. “They say your sins are great, my lord.”
“ Touché.” He gave her a charmingly crooked grin. “And who might they be?” His head tilted, he coaxed her with that same charming grin. Renewed desire surged through him. He’d allowed himself to become empty and unfilled and with one chance encounter he felt as if he would burst.
Piper felt oddly pleased with their interaction. “Why, everyone of course,” she quipped waving her hand towards the ballroom, her grin as wide as his. A nervous fluttering arose in her stomach with their friendly banter with hints of flirtation.
Graydon’s gaze raked approvingly over her unquestionably feminine form. “Yet here you are standing alone—with me on this dark, isolated terrace,” he drawled. Her fortitude impressed him greatly. She did not shy away from his intense stare, but met it squarely.
Piper was intensely aware of his potent physical presence. His nearness, his touch, and even his gaze stirred her senses in a way no other man ever had. Even now he was studying her with a hungry look causing a warm flush to spread slowly across her face. The heat almost unbearable, she suppressed the urge to circulate the still air with the fan hanging from her now limp wrist. “Don’t be ridiculous. I had no idea you were here,” she said bluntly, endeavoring to appear blasé. “Had I done so, I would have surely chosen another avenue for my escape. I was trying to get some air.” Her brow quirked. “Alone.”
Stepping back, he swept her an elegant bow. His amber eyes gleamed at her humorously as he drawled, “And here I hoped you had been searching most diligently for me.”
Piper smiled wryly. “That is rather conceited of you, don’t you think?”
“ I would call it confidence, not conceit.” He tossed her a true smile, not one practiced for flirtations. “You wouldn’t scold me for having hope, would you?” His eyes twinkled. “Alas, it could be all that my poor soul has left.” His hand splayed suppliantly over his heart.
His amber eyes looked as if they belonged to a man who found immense joy in life. She loved that they seemed to be smiling at her during the entirety of their exchange. “Never, my lord,” she teased, her blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight. “That would be completely heartless of me and I would certainly never be so unfeeling. Ask any of my acquaintances, I am always the epitome of politeness.” She fluttered her fan nervously before her face. The cooling breeze a welcome respite to her flushed cheeks. “I see how you came by your notorious reputation, my lord. You do have a silver tongue.” She surprised herself with each word that she spoke. Poppy was the one gifted
“ I beg your pardon.” At the sound of his deep voice, her heart slammed against her ribs. She could feel the rumble of the deeply voiced apology that seemed to resonate through to her very bones. A decidedly masculine chest pressed against her cheek. She could feel his slow and steady heartbeat compared to her swiftly beating one. The heady scent of spice and heat assailed her nostrils.
“ I’m so sorry. Please excuse me.” Flustered, she twisted out of his grasp almost tripping, trying to ignore the flare of awareness his touch had provoked.
Piper hauled her gaze up to clash with the familiar amber eyes from her most insistent dreams. Blast! “Rockwell!” She blurted, gazing into his eyes trying to ascertain if he felt the same jolt of awareness she had. She cleared her throat. “Your pardon, my lord.”
Graydon stared down at her. He didn’t blink, but his lips curved into a captivating smile meant to disarm her. “For my sins.” He bowed, his voice tinged with humor. He was surprised his voice even worked. His mouth suddenly dry, his tongue felt swollen too big for its space, and he felt unexpectedly gauche.
Surprised by his reply, Piper chuckled. “They say your sins are great, my lord.”
“ Touché.” He gave her a charmingly crooked grin. “And who might they be?” His head tilted, he coaxed her with that same charming grin. Renewed desire surged through him. He’d allowed himself to become empty and unfilled and with one chance encounter he felt as if he would burst.
Piper felt oddly pleased with their interaction. “Why, everyone of course,” she quipped waving her hand towards the ballroom, her grin as wide as his. A nervous fluttering arose in her stomach with their friendly banter with hints of flirtation.
Graydon’s gaze raked approvingly over her unquestionably feminine form. “Yet here you are standing alone—with me on this dark, isolated terrace,” he drawled. Her fortitude impressed him greatly. She did not shy away from his intense stare, but met it squarely.
Piper was intensely aware of his potent physical presence. His nearness, his touch, and even his gaze stirred her senses in a way no other man ever had. Even now he was studying her with a hungry look causing a warm flush to spread slowly across her face. The heat almost unbearable, she suppressed the urge to circulate the still air with the fan hanging from her now limp wrist. “Don’t be ridiculous. I had no idea you were here,” she said bluntly, endeavoring to appear blasé. “Had I done so, I would have surely chosen another avenue for my escape. I was trying to get some air.” Her brow quirked. “Alone.”
Stepping back, he swept her an elegant bow. His amber eyes gleamed at her humorously as he drawled, “And here I hoped you had been searching most diligently for me.”
Piper smiled wryly. “That is rather conceited of you, don’t you think?”
“ I would call it confidence, not conceit.” He tossed her a true smile, not one practiced for flirtations. “You wouldn’t scold me for having hope, would you?” His eyes twinkled. “Alas, it could be all that my poor soul has left.” His hand splayed suppliantly over his heart.
His amber eyes looked as if they belonged to a man who found immense joy in life. She loved that they seemed to be smiling at her during the entirety of their exchange. “Never, my lord,” she teased, her blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight. “That would be completely heartless of me and I would certainly never be so unfeeling. Ask any of my acquaintances, I am always the epitome of politeness.” She fluttered her fan nervously before her face. The cooling breeze a welcome respite to her flushed cheeks. “I see how you came by your notorious reputation, my lord. You do have a silver tongue.” She surprised herself with each word that she spoke. Poppy was the one gifted
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