Lady's Choice
He placed a finger on her lips. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I never meant to deceive you and I promise,” he paused, drawing his fingers over her lips, “it won’t happen again.”
The sincerity in his voice, shining from his steely gray eyes, wreaked havoc on her senses. She could smell the musky scent of him, a fresh woodsy smell that made her want to breathe deeply, inhale him into her.
A part of her wanted to believe him. Wanted to forget the deception, forget her plan to refuse the marriage, and sink into his arms. Bury herself in the heated embrace of his body. Never before had she felt such temptation, such want that caused her insides to quiver. A strange ache drifted from her core into her blood, warming her body with desire.
Severin brushed her cheek with his knuckles, gently cupping her face with his palm while his thumb stroked her skin. He stared into her eyes, persuasive gray meeting blue, daring her to accept him. Accept his offer.
He leaned forward, water dripped from his wet hair onto her gown. He tilted his head and urged her toward him. She leaned closer, moving her hands to her sides. Closer. An inch more and she would revisit the kiss he’d bestowed on her earlier.
Without hesitating, she bent, grasped the handle of the pitcher, and promptly dumped the cold rinsing water over his head.