When her father dies, Charlotte Pelham faces poverty—then her former lover, Robert Beckwith, walks back into her life, seeking to make amends.
Together they set out to discover Charlotte’s legacy, following a trail that will lead them on a dangerous journey from England to the New World—and a rekindling of their love. Can their love and faith in each other survive the dangers of war and the deadly enmity of a powerful man?
"It's been a long time, Robert," she whispered, releasing him at last and nibbling his ear. "Are you sure you remember what to do?"
"I'm sure I do." he smiled.
"A handsome man like you, I'm sure you must have been fighting the women of London off with a stick!"
"Why not?" she frowned. "Have they no taste?"
His face wore a pained expression. "Is there a right answer to that question, Charlotte dear?"
Her lips twitched. "Perhaps not."
"It's been a long time since I dallied with a woman."
"I hope you don't dally with her still?" she asked, alarmed.
"No, no. No, she married another and left the city. But she did give me three months of, ah, education."
"Three months! Oh my! I hardly dare ask, but was it fun?"
"It was a pleasant diversion, nothing more." He looked at her. "I've always had a place for you in my heart."
He kissed her again, and this time his hand wandered up her leg, to her hip, and higher, until he cupped her breast. "I think I know how to really satisfy a lady," he whispered in her ear, and licked it.
She giggled. "Then show me how."
He leaned against her and she yielded to him, falling back to the bed. His hand wandered down over her body, stroking her breast and tummy and then he was fumbling at the hems of her skirt. Charlotte watched him, wide-eyed as he hoisted her skirts up around her hips. She wore nothing beneath. She parted her thighs to let him gaze upon her most intimate place. Her face burned with a mixture of shyness and lust.
Robert's face was a picture as he took in the sight of her pussy with its thick mat of curly dark blond hair. His fingers stroked her knee, then her inner thigh, and higher.
"Ah!" she gasped as he touched her sex. A trickle of moisture escaped her and she could feel it, hot and wet in the cleft of her butt.
"Do you like that?" he whispered.
"Yes! Oh yes! Oh God, Robert, it's been so long…"