Nights in White Satin: A Loveswept Classic Romance by Linda Cajio

derriere, pulling her against him.
    Jill shuddered at the sensations overwhelming her. Rick’s kissing turned wild, driving her slowly insane, driving her to match his demands with her own.
    Slowly her reason returned, and with it the knowledge of how much she was deceiving him. She pulled away from him, ashamed to have been so foolish … and so passionate. What was it about this man that elicited such a response from her?
    She decided she might not like the answer. Then she realized exactly where she was. “Omi-god! This is a church!”
    Rick blinked. “I thought you knew that.”
    “No, I mean we were kissing in a church.” She put her hands to her cheeks in an attempt to cool the heat gathering on her face. “People aren’t supposed to do that in a church except at a wedding.”
    He laughed. “I didn’t realize Americans were such prudes. We’re much more matter-of-fact here about our churches. After all the inhumanity this church has seen over the centuries, itprobably enjoys a bit of humanness. We were pretty human too.”
    “Rick!”
    “Jill, kissing isn’t a sin. Lord help the world if it is, especially when you’re the one doing the kissing—”
    “I was not
doing
the kissing!” she exclaimed, lowering her hands.
    “Then I dreamed up an incredible kiss. Next time, could you do that thing with your hips again? I really—”
    “Rick!” She glared at him. “There will be no next time. There wasn’t supposed to be a this time.”
    He frowned. “Look, I know I said I would be a good host and I meant it. I’m just as surprised as you are about what happened. By the way, this time who’s the one making a mountain out of a molehill?”
    She gritted her teeth together. He was right, absolutely right. She’d love to kill him for it, but he was right. She had been acting like an adolescent caught in a forbidden kiss, instead of a mature adult whose libido had gone nuts for a few seconds. Okay, three forbidden kisses and long, long minutes, but she wasn’t counting.
    “No mountain,” she said, mustering as casual a smile as possible. Immediately, she felt more in control of the situation. “Just a little American puritanism on my part. See? I’m not fussing.”
    He smiled knowingly and held up her five pounds. “Go look at the church, Jill, while I pay the piper.”
    She walked down the center aisle, wondering just who was going to pay the piper in the end.
    She had a feeling it wouldn’t be Rick.
    As he strode across the church, Rick knew he wasn’t foolish enough to make a second vow. No man would after experiencing one of Jill’s kisses. He’d wondered if his intense attraction to her was because he had been too long without a woman, but no other woman held any appeal. Jill Daneforth, with her quick change of emotions, her slim body, and her passion was driving him insane. He couldn’t stay away from her.
    He remembered when they’d gone down to the pub a few nights earlier. He’d had to take a good bit of teasing from the locals, who liked to call him “His Lordship,” a title not so affectionately given to him when he’d first come to Devil’s Hall. There had been a wave of resentment because of his new methods, until the money had started to come in. But Jill had been accepted right away. In fact, she’d made herself perfectly at home chatting with his neighbors. It had been a torture to watch her sip her ginger beer, then lick a bit of foam clinging to her lip.
    He was definitely acquiring a taste for something American.
    Rick dropped his coins into the slot embedded in the church wall, then folded up Jill’s generous offering and shoved it through.
    Leave it to a visit to a church to bring out a little honesty in a man, he thought. He could find a hundred reasons not to get involved with Jill, but he was becoming more and more helpless to stop himself.
    It was time to acknowledge a second bit of honesty.
    He didn’t want to.
    The ponies were off and running.
    Jill watched