Chapter 14

She writhed a little, not in protest but excitement as he trapped her arms in the confining sleeves of the dressing gown. "Cam," she managed to say as his head bent over her exposed br**sts. "We're going to be so terribly late . . ."

He murmured his desire to her, speaking in Romany as he did whenever his mood turned un-civilized, and the exotic syllables fell hotly against her sensitive skin. And for the next several minutes he possessed her, consumed her, with a lack of inhibition that would have seemed barbaric had he not been so gentle.

"Cam," she said afterward, her arms clasped around his neck, "are you going to say something to Mr. Bayning today?"

"About pansies and primulas?"

"About his intentions toward my sister."

Cam smiled down at her as he fingered a loose lock of her hair. "Would you object if I did?"