From the Inside Flap
A furtive peek over her left shoulder revealed more than one curious onlooker staring in their direction. How many had witnessed the impromptu kiss? Enough to stir up more gossip, she thought with a bitter twist of her lips.
"Aye, you're right about that," Felix said agreeably, catching her by surprise.
"I - I am?" She lifted her chin a notch. "Of course I am."
"Best to wait until we're alone. I don't want to rush our first time together. When I put my hands on your soft, smooth skin I want all the time in the world to touch ye." His eyes glinted with roguish pleasure as his gaze skimmed down to her breasts before returning to her flushed face. "And taste ye," he finished huskily.
Was it suddenly much hotter than it had been a few seconds ago? Yanking her fan out of her reticule, Felicity waved it feverishly in front of her face. "That - that is a preposterous thing to say, Mr. Spencer!"
"No, Miss Atwood." His voice dropped to a raspy growl that sent shivers of dark delight racing down her spine. "That's a promise."