Page 58 of Falling for the Knight

But Hannah did open her mouth, just slightly, suggestively. She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip and enjoyed watching Tristan come apart.

And she’d thought him magnificent before.

They say true seduction comes from giving, not receiving, but Hannah had never been convinced of that before this moment.

The man splayed beneath her had walked casually back to their camp with blood dripping from his sword . . . He’d earned respect, despite his humble beginnings, from dozens of men who’d pledged to follow him into battle . . .

Watching him, pleasuring him, making him gasp . . . Hannah had never felt as powerful in her life. Which went against everything she believed. She didn’t need a man to feel complete. And certainly her greatest accomplishment had been getting into Yale. Or running a successful business. Not . . . this. Why should she feel so—

No. No, no, no, no, no!

Hannah was not in love with him. Most certainly not.

“Hannah?”

He brought her attention back to him.

“Aye, Tristan?”

He looked at her with such intensity her belly jittered with anticipation.

“You’re not going back.”