Love Comes Blindly (book 5) (The Fielding Brothers Saga) by Marie Higgins Page B

“How can I do anything but trust you? Nobody else gave me hope. You were the one I waited for every day to visit me. Now that you are in my arms, I have no desire to let you go.”
    His words were seducing her, but she couldn’t let him. He’d break her heart again if she allowed her feelings for him to come forth, because God help her, she was falling in love with him, too.
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    “I think I’m in love with you, Mary.” This time when Gregg said it, he knew it was true. He desired her more than any woman he’d known. Well, three years ago one woman came close, but thankfully, that turned out to be a disaster. Her lies had stopped him from making the biggest mistake of his life.
    But now love blossomed in his heart. Mary was meant to be with him.
    Forever.
    He placed his lips over hers, hoping to coax her to remove her hands. He wanted to see her face. All of her...or as much as the dimly lit room and his still recovering eyes would allow.
    He moved his lips back and forth against hers, tenderly. A heavy sigh came from her and she responded just as he’d hoped. Her hands dropped from her face and wound around his neck as she participated fully in the kiss.
    Excitement lifted his heart and he turned the kiss more urgent. He wanted to touch her, feel every soft curve and hear her deep sighs. He ran his hands over her snug gown, wondering when she’d worn it last since it was obvious it didn’t fit her now. Yet it didn’t matter. He’d dress her in the finest silks and satins. She’d look perfect upon his arm as he introduced her to his family and friends.
    Crushing his mouth to hers, he drew circles across her back with his fingertips, moving down her spine. She was perfect for him, and fit well in his arms as if she were made to be there. He moved his hands back up and to her hair…now long with nothing to cover it. Groaning, he delved his fingers into her smooth curls, loving the way they cascaded across his skin.
    He broke the kiss so he could move his lips along the column of her neck. When he’d touched her the other day, he’d dreamed of doing this. Now everything was real. The scent of roses he’d smelled since meeting her surrounded him, and he wanted to bury his face in her neck and become lost in her essence.
    “Oh, Mary. You cannot be real.” He kissed the curve of her neck and she shivered. “This magical feeling inside me is too wonderful.”
    “Gregg?” Passion laced her voice.
    “Yes?”
    “We...we need to talk.”
    “Oh, my lovely, we will have all the time in the world to talk, but right now, I want to communicate with our mouths.”
    She literally melted into his arms, and his heart cheered. This passionate woman was not meant to be a nun—and he’d see to it that she never became one.
    He lifted her and laid her on the bed, following her down. His name sighed from her lips, and he wanted to shout with happiness. Guilt tried to worm its way into his consciousness. After all, wasn’t she a nun? No, Drake had told him she was different. She didn’t wear the habits. He had to convince her she was made for a higher purpose. To be his wife.
    Soft moans came from her throat and it pleased him to know he made her feel this way. He was also happy to know he’d finally found someone who was able to take his mind off one certain woman—after three years of searching.
    He broke the kiss only so he could travel his lips down her neck. “Mary, you’re so wonderful.”
    Suddenly, her body stiffened and she pushed him away and rose clumsily from the bed. “Oh, Gregg. Please forgive me. This was so wrong.”
    Before he could stop her, she ran out the door. He growled and rubbed his eyes. What did he have to do to make her see how much he cared? He was half in love with her...no—he loved her with all his heart.
    He needed to let her know before it was too late.
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    She’d failed.
    Madeline groaned and sank to her knees in front of her daughter’s headstone. Why had she allowed