“She smiled as she poured tea into his cup. “I hope you find your rooms comfortable?” “Quite.” He took a too-hasty sip of tea and scalded his tongue. “The view is to your liking?” He had a view of a brick wall. “Indeed.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him over the rim of her teacup. “And the bed. Is it soft and… yielding?” He nearly choked on the bite of cake he’d just taken. “Or do you prefer a firmer bed?” she asked sweetly. “One that refuses to yield too soon?” “I think”—he narrowed his eyes at her—“whatever mattress I have on the bed you gave me is perfect. But tell me, my lady, what sort of mattress do you prefer? All soft goose down or one that’s a bit… harder?” It was very fast, but he saw it: Her gaze flashed down to the juncture of his thighs and then up again. If there hadn’t been anything to see there before, there certainly was now. “Oh, I like a nice stiff mattress,” she purred. “Well warmed and ready for a long ride.” WinterElizabeth HoytIsabelThief Of Shadows Book:Thief of Shadows Source: Thief of Shadows
“It hardly mattered. She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more—felt so much more—beneath. No one had ever noticed her mask. No one but him. If he couldn’t or wouldn’t make the first move, then damn it, she would.” WinterElizabeth HoytIsabelThief Of Shadows Book:Thief of Shadows Source: Thief of Shadows
“She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. “Are you trying to steal the reins from me?” Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. “You have them only by my permission.” WinterElizabeth HoytIsabelThief Of Shadows Book:Thief of Shadows Source: Thief of Shadows
“I love you,” he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. “I love you.” She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn’t remember who he was—who she was. She lost her mind.” WinterElizabeth HoytIsabelThief Of Shadows Book:Thief of Shadows Source: Thief of Shadows
“She threw one leg over his and straddled his lap, then reached under herself and found him again. He tore his mouth from hers. “Wait.” “No.” She looked him frankly in the eyes. “I don’t care if you spill at once. I need you inside me now.” His beautiful eyes widened and then narrowed. “You’ll not always hold the reins, my lady.” She smiled sweetly. “Naturally not, but I do now.” WinterElizabeth HoytIsabelThief Of Shadows Book:Thief of Shadows Source: Thief of Shadows
“There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence. Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches. “Forgive me,” he whispered as he set the candle down. “I could not stay away.” WinterElizabeth HoytIsabelThief Of Shadows Book:Thief of Shadows Source: Thief of Shadows
