doubt about it, he was dangerous. Yet she burned for him. He offered a heat of passion no other man of her acquaintance could. "Jorge," she forced past a throat gone tight.
His hot mouth took hers in a searing kiss, his tongue invading in a sensual aggression that robbed her of thought. Hairs stood on end along her arms, which she wrapped around his broad shoulders. This had to stop, but desire rendered her powerless.
His fingers slid down her chemise-clad spine into the skirt of her gown to rub sensually along the upper cleft of her derriere. She moaned.
Dragging his lips from hers to trail her cheek to her ear, he said in a thick voice, "You're all that's lovely and pure, and I can't help myself."
She hugged him as if she was overboard in the middle of the sea and he was a plank of wood. She angled her nose into his hair. "If I’m so pure, how come I'm kissing you? How come I'm on your lap, alone in my bedroom? Why aren't I screaming the roof down?" She closed her eyes . H is scent of soap and cologne enveloped her .
"Because I'm everything you're not." His hand shifted at her bodice, moving fully into her corset to cup her breast. He sent his thumb across her erect nipple.
She gasped. An ache pulled inside her belly, and the folds between her thighs tingled.
"Because I'm dark where you're light," he said. "I'm bad where you're good. I'm hard where you're soft."
She slid a hand from his back to his bare chest. He was firm muscle, and tight, warm skin. "I didn't invite you." She drew an unsteady breath.
He eased her backward. She splayed her hands, not wanting to fall from his lap, but he had her firmly in hand. His sculpted lips went to the upper swells of her breasts. Forbidden pleasure strummed her taut nerves, thrilling her deep in her woman's core. Her nipples went even harder. Moisture seeped into her now throbbing crease.
"Good God, Jorge," she whispered. "Please…" She started to ask him to stop, but she couldn't. He made her feel like a woman. Desirable. Alive. This felt right.
"I won't apologize." His feverish eyes held her gaze for a moment, the gray fairly smoldering. "You're the most goodly, most decent gentlewoman I've met in my sad life. But I can't resist you."
Goodly? Decent? She'd never behaved more wantonly. "You're a man without morals," she accused.
His lips curved, revealing square, white teeth. "Don't you forget that." He hooked his fingers into her neckline and brought her corset's top edge below her breasts. His beautiful mouth opened over a straining nipple.
Her head fell back as a sharp stab of pleasure sliced through her swelling, pulsing crease. She drew a breath between parted lips and closed her eyes.
He sucked upon her, nibbled and licked her, drawing a whimper of surrender from deep within her.
Jorge. His named echoed in her mind. Jorge.
He released her breast and sent hot, nipping kisses up her throat. "Tell me you want me as badly as I want you."
I want you so badly , my heart breaks . "Please, Jorge. I can't. Don't…"
He kissed the curve of her ear then hugged her close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, skin to skin. She want ed all of him. W ant ed him completely naked, his strong body stretching atop her.
"You have to go." Before I'm unable to let you. Before I disgrace my family and myself more than I already have tonight.
"Yasmine."
She grasped the last vestige of thought left. "You spoke as if you value my virtue. Are you such a blackguard that you'd cause me ruination and dishonor?"
He hugged her tighter and pressed his lips against her throat. "No," he said against her skin.
"Then go."
He loosened his hold and pulled her bodice over her breasts. Setting her next to him on the bed, he stared at her. "You're so beautiful. You overwhelm me."
"Go," she whispered, afraid if he said another word, she'd beg him to take her.
He stood and went to the window. Glancing at her over his wide shoulder, he said, "I'll call on you tomorrow."
"I don't want to see