Page 26 of Seducing the Knave

The woman’s backside was a fucking masterpiece. Though she moved swiftly once she dropped the blanket, he still managed to get a stunning flash of a plumply rounded rear that sported a lovely dimple above each cheek, a tiny waist that truly didn’t need the added efforts of a corset, and a slim, graceful torso before she slipped her chemise over her head. As the wispy material fell past her hips, Max nearly groaned at the loss of such a gorgeous sight.

But the teasing hem drew his attention to her shapely thighs and gently curved calves. Even her damn ankles and feet were perfect and sensual as hell.

He stopped breathing entirely when she brought her arms up to free her silken curls from beneath the undergarment, which lifted the hem of the chemise, flashing another glimpse of her glorious buttocks. Then she released the golden tresses with a shake of her head, causing the curled ends to brush the curve of her backside and he barely managed to hold back a groan.

He didn’t think he’d ever been so bloody hard in his entire reckless life.

And the woman had no idea she was seducing the hell out of him. He’d seen her peek over her shoulder at the bathing screen before beginning her little show, but she’d clearly forgotten about the oval mirror on the wall behind the tub, which gave him a perfect view of her every move.

Then, to his near-death, she bent forward to run her hands over the material of her petticoats. The position gave him a stunning glimpse of the shadow between her thighs.

He nearly exploded.

Grinding his teeth, he tipped his head back to stare hard at the ceiling. It took all his willpower not to slip his hand beneath the water to ease the throbbing demand of his cock.

He’d thought it hilarious that they’d need to share a room.

Now, he suddenly wished for just a moment of privacy to use the images that were likely forever burned into his brain to release the unbearable sexual tension twisting through him.

Since he couldn’t leap from the tub and toss the chit to the bed nor could he take himself in hand as he so desperately needed to in that moment, he forced himself to control the hot flow of lust through his blood.

It took some effort, and by the time he reduced his raging erection to something more manageable and opened his eyes, the woman was no longer visible in the mirror.

With a half sigh, half groan of relief mixed with regret, he rose from the tub in a rush. After drying himself with a towel that was still damp from its prior use, he wrapped the length of cotton around his hips then stepped out from behind the screen.

A quick glance revealed that his companion was once again wrapped in that blanket and curled on her side as close to the edge of the bed as possible. Atop the other blankets.

The corner of his mouth twisted upward.

No doubt she’d pretend to be sleeping to avoid having to interact with him.

It wasn’t going to work.

Chapter Seven

Elle bit hard into her bottom lip. Opening her eyes to a mere slit, she watched him approach the bed. The effort it required to keep her breath slow and even as her heart raced and tingling shocks danced over her skin was practically Herculean.

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