SHE SMELLED LIKE LAVENDER AND TASTED LIKE SIN...
Are you nervous? he asked.
She spun around with a forced laugh. Of course not!
I have wanted to strip that beautiful dress off you since you walked into my study.
Sophie swallowed and watched as he walked to the cheval-glass mirror and turned it toward the bed. What are you doing?
The smile he sent her almost buckled her knees. She had heard of many peculiar things men liked in bed from her mother, but Sophie never imagined her body reacting so intensely to the idea of watching Nicholas make love to her. Her pulse thrummed and her folds dampened with desire.
Come here, he whispered, holding out his hand to her.
She walked over by the bed where he stood. He turned her to face the bedpost and then kissed her neck again. Sophie shivered as his fingers went to the buttons on the back of her dress and slowly slid them through their holes. From the angle of the mirror, she could see his mouth follow the path of the buttons down her back.
He slipped the silk off her shoulders. The dress looked like a glittering pond with the light of the fire dancing upon it. His hands moved to her stays and quickly unlaced them. In only a moment, she was standing naked by the bedpost with the rest of her undergarments strewn across the floor.
She held onto the bedpost for support as he trailed hot kisses down her back to her derrire. He slowly turned her so she faced him again.
Why am I naked and you are not? she asked, reaching for his coat.
That is a problem most easily solved.
Chapter 1
Venice, 1818
Sophie Reynard stood on one of the many small bridges that spanned the multitude of canals in Venice. She didnt know if this one had a name but doubted it was anything special. Wrapping her shawl around her tighter to keep out the cool February wind, she glanced down the dark water way. Music sounded from one of the grander homes slowly sinking into the canal. For some odd reason the music comforted her and reminded her of home.
London.
She planned to depart Venice in three days to return home after a two-month absence. A part of her missed London while another part of her would love to stay in Venice a few more weeks. It wasnt as if her friends would have missed her much. Now that they all had their husbands and children, her friends were constantly busy. Of course, most of their happiness was her doing.
Sophie had matched all her friends with her skills as a medium. Even her half brother, Anthony, was now married to one of her dearest friends.
While Sophie had no one.
After matching Anthony and Victoria, Sophie had scurried away from London. Afraid that she had lost her friends, afraid that she would never find a love of her own. But more than anything, frightened of spending the rest of her life alone like most of her life had been thus far. Something had told her to come to Venice.
There must be a reason why.
After almost a month under sail and then a month in Venice, she had no indication of a man entering her life. Nothing that had happened so far made her believe this trip had been anything but a lovely holiday. Perhaps thats all it was supposed to be.
Leaning far over the balustrade, she stared down at the cold, murky water, looking for some sign that she should stay here longer. Another disheartening thought crossed her mind, perhaps she wasnt meant to find love.
But she wanted love.
All her life shed wanted someone to love her, not just care for her because her father paid their salary. She supposed in her own way, her mother loved her. But lovers always took precedence over a daughter. Even tonight. While Sophie was outside alone, her mother had gone to a party in hopes of enticing a new man. Nothing much had changed in twenty-six years.
Sophie continued to stare at the water, concentrating completely, hoping to see a clue of what she should do with her life. Nothing came to her but frustration. What had caused that sensation two months ago, prompting her to leave her home and friends for a trip she could ill afford?
There had to be a reason. But as she gazed down, trying to let her mind free itself of inhibitions, the only thing she saw was water. Focusing all her energies on the water, she scarcely heard the sound of childrens voices getting louder, coming closer. She ignored their noise, preferring to envisage what she hoped would be a sign of her future. She felt a quick jolt.
Suddenly the water shed been staring at was getting closer.
And closer!
Oh, dear God!
She was falling into the canal!
No wonder she couldnt see anyone in her future. She didnt have one! Releasing a loud shriek, she fell and hit her head on something before the water and darkness swallowed her.
What the bloody hell? Nicholas looked up as a figure plummeted from the bridge, hit his gondola, and slipped into the water.
I no swim, signore , his gondolier said as the small boat rocked from the wake.
Nicholas tore off his jacket and jumped in the water, wondering how a man who made his life on the water couldnt swim. The frigid dark water made finding her difficult but luckily her skirts had caught on something, holding her in place.
He ripped her skirt and then grabbed onto her waist. Pulling her up through the cold water almost took his breath away. But he continued, determined not to die in some stinking canal in Venice where no one would ever find him and Emma would never know what happened to him.
As Nicholas broke the surface, Vincenzo heaved the wet woman into the boat. Nicholas thrust himself over the side of the rocking gondola. He turned his attention on the unconscious woman lying on the bottom of the boat.
Vincenzo, take me home quickly, he ordered in Italian, and then sank to his knees.
Nicholas remembered what his father had taught him about drowning and pressed all his weight on that spot just below where her ribs came together. After pressing down three times, she coughed up the water.
Vincenzo docked the boat as the woman continued to bring up more water and gasp for air. A servant opened the door. Nicholas gently picked her up and brought her inside the warm house. Several servants swarmed around them.
Get a hot bath and put her in my bedroom. I will bathe in another bedroom. He walked toward the steps and then looked back. I want a fire in my bedroom, too.
He didnt wait for a reply but carried her up to the third floor where his bedchamber was located. He placed her in the chair by the fireplace and hoped her teeth would soon stop chattering.
She blinked her eyes open but her dark brows furrowed.