Chapter 27

"Please, Sara, I sincerely hope that I am a gentleman, but I know I am not a saint!" A nerve pulsed in his tightly clenched jaw.

Her lips were swollen from the heat of their kisses, her eyes a dark languid gold as she looked up at him. "Goodnight, Simon," Her voice was as sultry and inviting as the unhidden longing in those extraordinary eyes.

Simon rose quickly to his feet, so as not to give in to the temptation to throw back the bedcovers and taste those deliciously naked breasts. "I think I may be in need of more than a single glass of brandy to help me get to sleep!" He stepped away from the bed—away from Sara.

Sara gave an enigmatic smile. "You know where I am if you don’t succeed."

Simon ran an agitated hand through the thickness of his hair. "You are not helping, Sara!"

She laughed huskily. "I don’t believe I was trying to…"

Her breasts were thrust forward and up as she stretched languidly before once again settling down beneath the cove