I__ still waiting for something, searching for something I cannot describe.___t__ called true love. Most people never find it.
They sat in a sphere of quiet, save the sound of theirbreathing and the carriage__ creaks and sways. Outside,the coachman yelled his encouragement to the steedsmoving them forward. The whole carriage cocoonedthem in a peculiar world with the heaven__ wool-thickmists pressing against the windows. Her hand didn__ stop rubbing his neck, but sheshifted her leg, bending her knee to rest her leg onhis thigh. Her patten slipped off, dropping to the floorwith a thud. Cyrus__ head moved off the squab. __re youundressing for my benefit?_ His smile__ wicked curve played on her. From herstays to her drawers, everything was too tight, toomuch against her skin. Cyrus reached for her handworking his neck muscles. He brought it to his lips andkissed her knuckles thrice with slow adoration. __e don__ have to stop,_ she said, her voice breathyand quick. ____ sure you have more aches and pains._ Mid-kiss, he smiled against the back of her hand, hiswarm breath brushing her skin. __here are so many ways a man could go withthat._ Humor lightened his voice. __ut I__ sure youmean to provide tender care to my neck only._ She grinned at her unintended innuendo. This wasthe experience she craved__o flirt and tease, to kissand touch. Cyrus put his lips to her wrist, marking herwith hot kisses. A spangle of pleasure shot up her arm. __ou would break down the meanest soul withyour soft heart._ He set her hand on the blanket__scratchy folds, his thumb caressing her wrist. __igh praise, indeed, sir._ Tinseled sparks danced across her skin, not lettingher recover from those gentle touches, his lips to herarm. He stroked a lone finger on her hand that restedbetween them. __nd you don__ care one bit that I__ the son of aMidland swine farmer, do you?_ Cyrus asked the unexpected question, but his voiceconveyed confidence in her answer. Was her chivalrousbrawler showing a hidden spot? She peered athim, wanting a better view of his shadowed features. How was she to decipher this latest turn? The carriage bumped and rocked, and the outsidecandle lantern swung another shaft of light inside. Hisquicksilver stare pinned her. __iss Mayhew, have you ever wondered how afreehold farmer got to be in such a fine place?
The Lady Meets Her Match
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They sat in a sphere of quiet, save the sound of theirbreathing and the carriage__ creaks and sways. Outside,the coachman yelled his encouragement to the steedsmoving them forward. The whole carriage cocoonedthem in a peculiar world with the heaven__ wool-thickmists pressing against the windows. Her hand didn__ stop rubbing his neck, but sheshifted her leg, bending her knee to rest her leg onhis thigh. Her patten slipped off, dropping to the floorwith a thud. Cyrus__ head moved off the squab. __re youundressing for my benefit?_ His smile__ wicked curve played on her. From herstays to her drawers, everything was too tight, toomuch against her skin. Cyrus reached for her handworking his neck muscles. He brought it to his lips andkissed her knuckles thrice with slow adoration. __e don__ have to stop,_ she said, her voice breathyand quick. ____ sure you have more aches and pains._ Mid-kiss, he smiled against the back of her hand, hiswarm breath brushing her skin. __here are so many ways a man could go withthat._ Humor lightened his voice. __ut I__ sure youmean to provide tender care to my neck only._ She grinned at her unintended innuendo. This wasthe experience she craved__o flirt and tease, to kissand touch. Cyrus put his lips to her wrist, marking herwith hot kisses. A spangle of pleasure shot up her arm. __ou would break down the meanest soul withyour soft heart._ He set her hand on the blanket__scratchy folds, his thumb caressing her wrist. __igh praise, indeed, sir._ Tinseled sparks danced across her skin, not lettingher recover from those gentle touches, his lips to herarm. He stroked a lone finger on her hand that restedbetween them. __nd you don__ care one bit that I__ the son of aMidland swine farmer, do you?_ Cyrus asked the unexpected question, but his voiceconveyed confidence in her answer. Was her chivalrousbrawler showing a hidden spot? She peered athim, wanting a better view of his shadowed features. How was she to decipher this latest turn? The carriage bumped and rocked, and the outsidecandle lantern swung another shaft of light inside. Hisquicksilver stare pinned her. __iss Mayhew, have you ever wondered how afreehold farmer got to be in such a fine place?
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