The difference between this and one of her novels was that in novels, the woman was not supposed to want it. She kept her hands on his shoulders even as he pulled away, eyeing the still-open door behind him, and very aware of the risks.
”And if you weren’t a gentleman?” Camilla asked, raising her eyebrows at him in turn.
”And if you weren’t a gentleman?” Camilla asked, raising her eyebrows at him in turn.