Free A Touch of Camelot by Delynn Royer

have liked to see what her hair looked like all loose and spread out. He wondered how it would feel to run strands of it through his fingers.
    He tore his eyes from that arousing sight only to see that she wore a knowing smile. He felt a physical stirring, a definite danger signal. "No, what is it that they say?"
    "Even a blind pig will find a pea sometimes."
    The train suddenly lurched, throwing Cole forward and off balance. He caught himself but not before his groin jammed into the corner of her berth. Pain flashed brightly.
    "Ahhhhhh!" Cole bent his head and groaned. His eyes practically crossed behind his clenched lids. He felt her hands at his waist, fumbling to catch at the material on his jacket.
    "Are you all right?"
    When he was finally able to breathe, he opened his eyes only to find that she was staring up at him, wide-eyed, puzzled, seemingly innocent. He couldn't quite bring himself to believe that she didn't have any idea what had just happened to him.
    That jostle, however, painful as it had been, was just what he needed to bring him back to his senses. He removed her hand from his waist. "Yes, I'm all right." He gripped her wrist firmly. She didn't try to pull away.
    "Where did you go to school, Shepherd?"
    Cole was wary at her change in subject. "I went to college in New Jersey. Why?"
    She gave him a sweet smile. "Is that where they taught you to handcuff young ladies to their berths?"
    "No." He slipped the open cuff over the slim bones of her wrist. It snapped shut with a click. "They teach us that at the Agency." He attached its twin to the wooden joint in the lower corner of her berth and rammed that one home with finality. "It's a special course. They call it, ‘Know Thy Enemy.’"
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    Later, Cole dreamed of dining on one of Guinevere Pierce's sleek, succulent legs. Perhaps this shouldn't have come as a surprise. After all, he liked women with nice legs and he had gone to bed hungry.
    In the dream, her hair was loose and flowing, framing her pristine face and spread across her pillow. Her eyes were closed, her delectable neck arched just so. Since it was Cole's dream, he knew she wore nothing beneath the blanket that hid her from his ravishing gaze.
    He approached the bed and pulled the blanket back to bare one smooth leg. He took one perfectly shaped, naked foot in his hand. She sighed at his touch and her lashes fluttered open. Her gaze settled on him just as he bent to press his lips to the soft skin of her instep.
    Cole's dream banquet began there, at her instep, and proceeded on to the delicate point of her ankle. He nibbled his way slowly up one side of her calf. Her skin was like silk and smelled faintly of lilacs. Her flesh tasted salty on his tongue. Cole slid his hand up her thigh as he paused to sink his teeth, ever so gently, into the flesh at the inside of her knee—
    "Mr. Shepherd!"
    She never called him Mister . How odd that she should begin addressing him so formally at a time like this.
    "Mr. Shepherd! Cole!"
    Cole frowned. That wasn't Gwin's voice, that was Arthur's, and Arthur had no business whatsoever in this dream.
    "Cole! Wake up! You're having some kind of nightmare!"
    Cole opened one groggy eye to find, much to his dismay, he wasn't in bed with Guinevere Pierce at all. He was in bed with her freckle-faced little brother, and that was a bitter disappointment.
    The boy leaned over him, wide-eyed and alert, his hair standing up in sleep spikes. "You sounded like you were dying or something. Are you all right?"
    Cole groaned and closed his eye again.
    "Mr. Shepherd?"
    He was too miserable to answer. Ever since Cynthia, he had sworn off women, and he was feeling a little sorry for himself.
    "Cole? Was it a bad nightmare?"
    "Not too bad."
    "I have them sometimes, too. Gwin gets me awake and asks if I want to talk about it. Sometimes that helps. Do you want to talk about it?"
    "No, thank you, Arthur. You've done enough already." Cole turned over on his side. "Why don't we go