He grinned. “I was still holdin’ out hope you and your sister might ravish me.”
The reappearance of his dimple only made her feel more peevish. “Why? Did you favorite sheep run away?”
“Nor would I want it.” She spoke with quiet assurance…
The sketchbook tumbled to the floor. For a moment Ranulf woke from the dream and withdrew. Celeste’s hand flew to his shoulder, tracking up his neck, caressing his jaw. That she wasn’t afraid didn’t surprise him. That he was in her power unnerved him as he fluttered kisses on her open palm.
“I thought men repulsed you?” He whispered.
“They do.” She tipped back her head, gasping slightly. “And yet one glance from you sets me on fire.”