"I am uncertain if we ought to," Helen admitted, smiling at his kisses and touches. Her hand slid down across his chest and around to his side, as she allowed herself to make it, even though she knew she shouldn't. Propriety and desires had clashed terribly for the last few days and she wasn't sure how long she could keep it up.

It was her inward lack of concern for propriety that had her reaching up to his cheek to pull him back to her lips. The longer he kept his hand in her hair, the harder it was for her to concentrate on sleep.