Lorna forced back panic and pushed to her knees, allowing the blanket to fall from her breasts. Still, he didn’t pause in picking up his belt, and began wrapping it around his waist. “You are leaving?” she asked. A corner of his mouth lifted in disdain. Shock reverberated through her. This wasn’t possible. She had been so careful this time. He was magnificent; tall, broad shouldered, and muscled to perfection from countless hours training as one of the soldiers who fought in the arena. But despite his beauty, she hadn’t spread her legs for him as she had so foolishly done with other men. Instead, she let him court her with flowers, sweet honey, and soft promises that made her ache to feel his strong hands on her flesh. Then, when his whispered words of desire grew frenzied, she took him into her bed. And he had touched her as no other man had, had given her pleasure, and he had promised more…so much more. “You said you loved me,”
