Love Comes Blindly (book 5) (The Fielding Brothers Saga) Read Online Free PDF Page B

call me Sister Mary.”
    He grinned. “I know you are not a nun.”
    “But it’s not proper to call me Mary. I would hate to explain this to the other nuns.”
    “Indeed, so I will only call you Mary when we’re alone.” He shook his head and chuckled. “It’s hard to think of you this way. I feel we have become close friends.”
    “We have.”
    “I know you don’t know me, but I can assure you, I have never been friends with nuns, so for me to admit we have this kind of relationship…well, I fear my friends back home would rile me endlessly if they knew.”
    “Then I won’t say a word to anyone. This will be our little secret.”
    “Ah…a secret, eh? Do you enjoy secrets as much as I?”
    “That, I dare not say.”
    He sighed, enjoying their banter. “You know, Mary…I wish... I wish I could see your face. I’ll bet you’re beautiful.”
    Taking both of her hands in his, he pulled her closer. Soft, delicate fingers rested in his palms. He ran the pad of his thumbs across each finger. Slim. He suspected her body would be this way, too. Slowly, he moved his touch to each wrist, which was also small. As he continued up her arms, she stiffened. He waited for her to stop him or pull away, but she did neither.
    He paused again when he reached her shoulders. A slight quiver came from her body. Cautiously, he moved his fingers over her collarbone to her neck. Smooth skin met his fingertips, as did a wild pulse. Her throat moved in what must have been a swallow, and he copied that movement with his own, trying to add moisture back into his suddenly dry mouth.
    Had he been the first man to touch her like this since she studied to become a nun? The thought thrilled him and made him want to keep touching her. Small sighs came from her, and he enjoyed hearing them.
    He continued up her slim neck toward her face. Quick, hot breaths exhaled from her mouth and fanned his skin. Excitement gushed through him, and his own breathing became ragged. He’d never acted this way by just touching a woman, especially when she was dressed. And to think he didn’t know what she looked like. Yet for some reason, it didn’t matter right now.
    She had a small chin, and when he reached her dry lips, they were parted. He couldn’t stop from sweeping his thumb across her bottom lip. Licking his own parched lips, he continued the exploration and moved his fingers over high cheeks before stroking closed eyelids. Long, thick lashes tickled his skin. When he touched her hair, she let out another sigh, and he nearly joined his voice with hers. Soft, silky, and curly, a lock of hair brushed his fingers.
    He imaged what she looked like, and Lord Calvin was correct. Mary was very lovely.
    He dropped his fingers to her mouth again. This time they were moist. She must have licked her lips. How he wanted to kiss her right now.
    “You are a very beautiful woman, Mary,” he said huskily. “I imagine your eyes are an amazing color, also. Let me see if I can guess.” He paused for only a moment. “Green...no, they’re blue. Perhaps they are both—turquoise.” Her gasp made him smile.
    “How did you know?”
    “I’ll confess. My friend, Lord Calvin, told me.”
    She took his hands from her face and pushed them away. “I need to get you back to your bed now. Afternoon prayer time will be starting soon, and then I will have to help prepare the mid-day meal.”
    Her voice wasn’t sensual any longer. Instead, it was edged with panic. Had he disturbed her as much she disrupted his thoughts?
    She moved around him and pushed his wheelchair. By her hurried steps, he knew that he’d upset her. His heart ached. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
    “Mary?”
    “Sister Mary, please.”
    He scowled. She really didn’t sound like a nun. She didn’t smell like a nun, and she didn’t sigh like one, either.
    “What do you want, Mr. Fielding?”
    “I want you to call me Gregg.”
    Her long pause made him hold his breath.
    “If you wish,”