Would you like me to court you? the earl finally asked.YES. She smoothed her hands over her skirts to keep from confessing it aloud. I would like to know if you are, she replied. Or what your intentions are, if you arent.My intentions . . . His slow smile acted like a torch held to her skin. She felt prickly with heat and yet transfixed by the glowing allure of it. I intend to have you, Maggie, in every way a man can have a woman. I want your hand in mine while we dance. I want you laughing beside me in the theater. I want you lying naked in my arms at night. And I want you standing beside me in church, saying I will.
