Free A Knight Of Her Dreams (Knights of Passion) by Evie North Page B

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    “My name is Roget.”
    “Roget?”
    He reached to unfasten his sword belt, slowly, letting it slide from him, before placing it on the chair.
    “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly. “You must not stay. I cannot—”
    “I have been your man for almost a year, lady. How could I not have noticed your beauty? But it is more than that. I have watched your courage in adversity, your grace while you are ignored by your husband, your loneliness when you deserve so much more. I want to please you. I want to make you happy, even if it is only for one night.”
    Rowena knew she should say no, she should push him from the room, and yet his words caught at her heart like jagged fingernails in woollen cloth, and she could not free them.
    He was moving toward her, so big and strong, so handsome with his curling dark hair and smiling mouth, and there was gentleness and tenderness in his eyes, and . . . oh god, there was desire, too. A hot spark of desire for her and her alone.
    “Roget,” she whispered, as his hands came up to cup her cheeks and he bent his head. His breath was warm against her lips and she instinctively leaned toward him, desperate to feel him, to touch him.
    “ Beautiful Rowena,” he murmured, and then his mouth was on hers.
    Gentle, at first, but soon becoming almost rough in his desire to possess. And Rowena found she didn’t mind that at all, in fact she was clutching at him roughly herself, her body humming with need and all the unfulfilled longings of all the years she’d been alone.
    His hands were on the tie of her robe, pulling it undone, and she felt the cool night air on her naked body as the garment pooled on the floor at her feet. Just for a moment she hesitated, making up her mind to put a halt to it, but the expression on his face as he gazed upon her almost made her heart stop beating.
    He stepped back, dark eyes caressing her breasts, which swelled and tingled, the tips tightening into hard little buds. His knuckle brushed one and then the other, and she couldn’t help but gasp with the sensation. Her stomach clenched, and she felt herself growing wet between her thighs, something that had never happened to her before.
    He reached to grab hold of his tunic and tugged it swiftly over his head. He was so strong, so sleek and muscular, a man formed by a lifetime of war games and fighting. Naked now apart from his breeches, he moved in again, his hands brushing her skin, stopping to measure the span of her waist with his two big hands, then bending his head to lick at the tips of her breasts, which seemed to beg for the heat of his mouth.
    “Roget,” she whimpered, and his name on her lips was erotic, making her body tremble.
    He dropped to his knees before her.
    Startled, Rowena nearly jumped backwards, but he held her hips to steady her. She found herself gazing the short distance down into his dark eyes, mesmerized by their warm glow, the promise in his face of pleasures to come. And it was as if her body responded to his, the sensation between her legs growing stronger, as if her sex was swelling, making itself more prominent, begging for his touch.
    “You want me, lady,” he purred, and there was male satisfaction in his deep voice. “I can smell your need.” His eyes still on hers, he reached out and brushed the backs of his fingers down over the soft hair on her mound. Rowena quivered, and her breath quickened. Her thighs trembled and she wanted to widen them, give him better access, but she felt suddenly shy.
    Again he seemed to read her mind. “Rowena,” he said, “this is your night. You can do whatever you want to do, and no one will ever know.”
    “You will know,” she whispered shakily.
    “I will have forgotten by morning.”
    She searched his face, looking for the trick, the lie. “Do you swear?”
    He took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “I swear.”
    He could be lying, but Rowena didn’t think so. He would keep this to