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“How severe were your injuries?” Isobel’s tone softened as she considered his lying in a foreign country, badly injured with no easy way of returning ho ship

Dominic stared at her sole within Isobel began to wonder if he would just ignore her question until he suddenly stood up andit soundly with his booted heel As he approached the bed, he began to ease off his jacket

Stunned, Isobel watched closely, her te as he slowly unravelled his cravat before placing it carefully with his jacket at the end of the bed Slowly, he undid the ties of his white shirt, pulling the edges out

of his riding breeches before swiftly pulling it over his head

Despite the blush that ry eyes roareeted her His shoulders were indeed wide and firmly muscled His broad chest was matted with a coarse dark hair that tapered doards over the rippling muscles of his abdomen

“Oh Lord,” Isobel gasped silently to herself as she shifted uncomfortably on the bed She itched to reach out and touch hith of puckered flesh that ran froe around and across his abdomen below his navel

Pulling the covers fros she eased upwards to sit on the side of the bed, her eyes locked on the puckered flesh of his sto her closely

“Does it hurt?” she whispered softly, her gaze dropping back down Gently, her fingers touched the flesh higher upon his ribs, pausing briefly as he sucked in a startled breath

“No,” His voice sounded strangled yet another reassuring glimpse of his face revealed a tension that had not been there before

Her touch feather-light continued doards following the trail of the rugged and puckered flesh as it crossed hi had increased yet he made no move to pull away ilence settled around them as she boldly explored him

“God Isobel, you unman me” Dominic choked as her lips feathered across his flesh His treacherous body immediately responded to her nearness With the kisses she was bestowing upon hiht he would burst If only she didn’t look down at the thick bulge of his breeches, he th to move away

“You must have been in so much pain” Isobel’s voice held only a touch of sadness for he would have considered it condescension should she be overly sympathetic to his endurance Her lips reached the end of his scar directly in line with his belly button Unable to withstand any more of her curiosity, Do ed her face upwards until she was looking at hi him to taste and savour as on offer

“We can’t do this,” Do within him screamed at hietting back to full health In a valiant atteht her hands on his and held the until her eyes met his He could see the questions in the beautiful blue depths, and mentally cursed as he felt the first cracks in his self control begin to form

“Isobel, wehis forehead against hers for several

Isobel didn’t knohether to hit hiaze slid over the broad expanse of ers positively itched to slide through the crinkly hair and see for herself if it really was as soft as it looked