there was a shout once again from down the street. “Got you trapped now, Romulus,” Hinchcliffe cried out.
When she glanced in the other direction, she spied Brummit and Paskims steering a single-minded course in their direction.
They were trapped. Not that it seemed to occur to Colin.
He was off and running, hauling Georgie along at a reckless clip straight for Hinchcliffe. She wanted to tell him to stop, but then she spied his intent.
Lord Templeton’s carriage was careening around the corner behind Hinchcliffe, a grinning Elton driving the horses straight at the unwitting man.
Colin barreled along faster and faster, towing Georgie, her feet pedaling almost in the air to keep up with him.
Hinchcliffe stood in their path, his broad chest puffed out, his eyes narrow and mean.
Colin barely even paused. His arm shot out as they passed the man, hitting him squarely in the chest and knocking the commander on his backside and out of Elton’s fierce path.
Right on their heels, Brummit and Paskims were nipping like terriers, and Colin shouted at Elton, “Keep moving.”
Elton nodded and whipped up his reins. Even as the carriage started to lurch forward, Colin caught the door and yanked it open.
He swooped his other arm around Georgie’s waist and pulled her tumbling within.
They crashed in a heap on the floor of the opulent carriage, with Colin calling out a hasty set of instructions. The driver snapped the whip and had the horses dashing away even before Colin finished speaking.
They sped straight for Brummit and Paskims, the two men diving out of their path, their shouts lost in the frantic clippity-clop of the horses and the creaking springs of the carriage.
Georgie found her voluminous skirts tangled with Colin’s long legs, and as she tried to steady herself against the wild rocking of the carriage, one hand came to rest on the muscled length of his thigh, the other wound around his shoulders.
He too caught hold of her, his arms closing in around her waist, giving her the solid anchorage she sought. His hand came to rest under her breast, his fingers brushing along her bodice, sending shivers down her spine. For a moment she lay still in his arms, her heart hammering, her body atingle at the new sensations his intimate touch evoked. Catching her breath, she tipped her head back so she was face-to-face with him—this complete stranger, and yet so very familiar.
There in those deep green eyes glowed the same tempting light she’d spied in the alley.
This time she wasn’t going to give that fire a chance to extinguish. Instead, she intended to fan it until it blazed a life of its own.
And so she pulled herself even closer to him, until her lips met his in an impetuous, passionate kiss.
Chapter 5
T rue to Aunt Verena’s worries about young ladies loitering about the docks of Penzance, Georgie had been kissed before, but those had been hastily snatched affairs from wayward boys who hadn’t heard the warnings about her right hook.
But this time she had no intention of sending this man toppling backward for his impertinence.
No, she wanted this man to kiss her and keep kissing her.
And best of all, his mouth vanquished any opinions she might have held about his honorable nature before their lips touched.
He pulled her closer, impatiently gathering her in his arms, as if possession by his lips was not enough.
She understood his hunger, for the same need had commandeered her very soul.
His tongue edged across her lips, and her mouth opened to welcome him. He groaned, a deep and primal growl, as he teased and taunted her to tangle with him, their tongues caressing each other. If she hadn’t been indecently sprawled across him on the floor of the carriage, she knew her knees would have buckled in the wake of the molten fire growing in her belly. It made her insides quiver; it made parts of her positively melt.
Drowning . . . she was drowning.
And if his kiss could
When she glanced in the other direction, she spied Brummit and Paskims steering a single-minded course in their direction.
They were trapped. Not that it seemed to occur to Colin.
He was off and running, hauling Georgie along at a reckless clip straight for Hinchcliffe. She wanted to tell him to stop, but then she spied his intent.
Lord Templeton’s carriage was careening around the corner behind Hinchcliffe, a grinning Elton driving the horses straight at the unwitting man.
Colin barreled along faster and faster, towing Georgie, her feet pedaling almost in the air to keep up with him.
Hinchcliffe stood in their path, his broad chest puffed out, his eyes narrow and mean.
Colin barely even paused. His arm shot out as they passed the man, hitting him squarely in the chest and knocking the commander on his backside and out of Elton’s fierce path.
Right on their heels, Brummit and Paskims were nipping like terriers, and Colin shouted at Elton, “Keep moving.”
Elton nodded and whipped up his reins. Even as the carriage started to lurch forward, Colin caught the door and yanked it open.
He swooped his other arm around Georgie’s waist and pulled her tumbling within.
They crashed in a heap on the floor of the opulent carriage, with Colin calling out a hasty set of instructions. The driver snapped the whip and had the horses dashing away even before Colin finished speaking.
They sped straight for Brummit and Paskims, the two men diving out of their path, their shouts lost in the frantic clippity-clop of the horses and the creaking springs of the carriage.
Georgie found her voluminous skirts tangled with Colin’s long legs, and as she tried to steady herself against the wild rocking of the carriage, one hand came to rest on the muscled length of his thigh, the other wound around his shoulders.
He too caught hold of her, his arms closing in around her waist, giving her the solid anchorage she sought. His hand came to rest under her breast, his fingers brushing along her bodice, sending shivers down her spine. For a moment she lay still in his arms, her heart hammering, her body atingle at the new sensations his intimate touch evoked. Catching her breath, she tipped her head back so she was face-to-face with him—this complete stranger, and yet so very familiar.
There in those deep green eyes glowed the same tempting light she’d spied in the alley.
This time she wasn’t going to give that fire a chance to extinguish. Instead, she intended to fan it until it blazed a life of its own.
And so she pulled herself even closer to him, until her lips met his in an impetuous, passionate kiss.
Chapter 5
T rue to Aunt Verena’s worries about young ladies loitering about the docks of Penzance, Georgie had been kissed before, but those had been hastily snatched affairs from wayward boys who hadn’t heard the warnings about her right hook.
But this time she had no intention of sending this man toppling backward for his impertinence.
No, she wanted this man to kiss her and keep kissing her.
And best of all, his mouth vanquished any opinions she might have held about his honorable nature before their lips touched.
He pulled her closer, impatiently gathering her in his arms, as if possession by his lips was not enough.
She understood his hunger, for the same need had commandeered her very soul.
His tongue edged across her lips, and her mouth opened to welcome him. He groaned, a deep and primal growl, as he teased and taunted her to tangle with him, their tongues caressing each other. If she hadn’t been indecently sprawled across him on the floor of the carriage, she knew her knees would have buckled in the wake of the molten fire growing in her belly. It made her insides quiver; it made parts of her positively melt.
Drowning . . . she was drowning.
And if his kiss could
Similar Books
