How would it feel to be kissed by him as if she was lovely, sensuous and desirable?

How might it feel to actually be those things to a man she wanted so badly it didn’t matter about social distinctions or correct behavior anymore?

For the longest and most charged moments of her entire life so far those questions sang between them as if she had spoken them aloud. Her lips parted without her permission; his fascinated gaze was encouragement enough. Her entire body was aware of itself as never before. Every breath was a novelty as the scent and power and sight of him reached a curious and dangerous place inside her and whispered, “Maybe.”

A curve of almost tender amusement lifted his mouth in a wry smile. Her feet rose on tiptoe, inviting him to lower his head and let wild, reckless Nell Hancourt out of her cage the instant he kissed her...