He knew then he was in danger. Very real danger. No woman had ever given him a gift or spoken to him as she did. Or tied him in these breathless knots. Or left him so aroused just by standing close and letting him hold her hand.

What makes you think you can stop me?”“I’m a lady, and you’re a gentleman.”He smirked. “Are you sure about that?”“About which?”“Either.

It was most troubling to find there existed a pair of lips he would allow to insult him and yet still want to kiss immediately afterward.

Darius squared his shoulders, wishing he had something other than his handkerchief to keep his hands occupied while she stood this close, looking so angry and at the same time as wildly beautiful, dangerous, and breathtaking as a thunderstorm at sea. A face to sink a thousand ships...