Chapter 7

‘I think perhaps we should go somewhere a little more—private. Do you agree?’ he murmured ruefully.

She hesitated only fractionally before giving an affirmative nod of her head.

Bryan moved back slightly, his hand sliding caressingly down her arm before he laced his fingers with her much smaller ones, only lingering long enough to once more kiss her hungrily on the lips before he turned to guide her towards the relative privacy of his sister’s home.

Helena felt slightly dazed by the intensity of her arousal, was beyond thought, beyond anything but being the focus of this man’s single-minded desire.

She wanted to be naked with him, wanted to touch and caress the broadness of his muscled back, ached to feel all that nakedness against her own. There would be plenty of time tomorrow, all her tomorrows, to be the much more cautious and emotionally bruised Helena Botch.

On paper she was a twenty-four-year-old divorcee. But t