![]() ![]() There was something about the Lieutenant that was dangerous. Hannah wondered what it would be like to indulge in such wickedness, feeling a man's mouth against her lips, his hands touching her the way a lover would. More than a few ladies had disappeared into the garden with a companion, only to return with twigs in their hair and swollen lips. It was nearing midnight, the hour of secret liaisons. He looked as though he wanted to kiss every inch of her, and the thought made her body tremble. The unexpected kiss had made her skin flush, awakening the strange desire to move closer to him. He'd brushed his lips upon the back of her hand when her brother had introduced them. Nor the way he'd stared at her like a delectable sweet he wanted but couldn't have. Though she'd only met him a few weeks ago, she hadn't forgotten his intensity. Instead, she was all too aware of Lieutenant Thorpe's gaze and the forbidden nature of his thoughts. ![]() Lady Hannah Chesterfield smiled at one of the ballroom guests, but she hadn't heard a word the woman had said. Like an invisible protector, warning away anyone who would bother her. She could feel his eyes watching her from across the room. ![]()
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