Excerpt of Knight Of Desire by Margaret Mallory

Catherine. Catherine was in his bed.

In three heartbeats, William went from dumbstruck to
breathless. She was stunning, with her fair hair spilling
over his pillow like a river of moonbeams.

“You have come to me,” he said, not quite believing
it.

She clutched the bedclothes to her chin and nodded.

Now that she was here, he could show her she had
nothing to fear in his bed. He undressed quickly, dropping
his clothes on the floor and lifted the bedcovers. Ignoring
her sharp intake of breath, he slid in beside her.

“Turn toward me, I want to look into your face.”

He held her eyes as he ran his hand up her side to the
tantalizing swell of her breast. Gritting his teeth, he
reminded himself to go slow. He moved his hand back to her
waist, then over the curve of her hip and down her thigh.

He was tight as a bowstring. In a daze of desire, he
kissed her face, her hair, her neck. Against her ear, he
murmured, “I have dreamed of this.”