Seduction-Excerpt

From Chapter One

His green eyes were blazing with fury.

Frightened, she gasped, "Etes vous reveille?" Are you awake?

He did not release her, but his grasp gentled. So did his eyes. "Nadine?" he whispered hoarsely.

Who was Nadine? Of course, she knew—the woman was his lady love or his wife. It was hard to speak. She wet her lips. "Monsieur, you have been wounded in battle. I am Julianne. I am here to help you."

His stare was feverish, not lucid. And then suddenly he reached for her shoulder, still holding her wrist.

He winced, breathing hard, but his gaze did not waver. An odd light flickered there and she became breathless.

He slowly smiled. "Nadine." And his strong, powerful hand slid across her shoulder, to the back of her neck. Before she could protest or ask him what he was doing—, he began to pull her face down toward his.

In shock, she realized he meant to kiss her!

His smile was infinitely seductive, confident and promising. And then his lips were plying hers.

Julianne gasped, but she did not try to move away for him. Instead, she went still, allowing him the shocking liberty, her heart lurching, her body tightening. Desire fisted, hard.

It was a desire she had never before felt.

Then she realized that he had stopped kissing her. She was breathing hard against his motionless mouth. She was acutely aware of the fire raging in her own body. It took her a moment to realize that he was unconscious again.

Julianne sat up straight, in shock. Her mind scrambled and raced. He had kissed her! He was with fever; he was delirious. He hadn't known what he was doing!

Did it even matter?

He had kissed her and she had responded as she hadn't dreamed possible.