“There are so many titles here, it’s difficult to pick one,” he murmured. Finally, his eyes met hers once more, and her pulse raced at the yearning she saw in his dark gaze. He lifted his free hand to her hair and gently tucked a stray strand behind her ear. “Which one do you recommend, my lady?” Her mind was an absolute blank. “There are several… good ones,” she whispered. “Are there?” he noted softly. “Yes.” She couldn’t breathe. “I suppose it depends on what you… enjoy.” His breath teased her cheek. “I like many subjects, my lady.” His eyes seemed to reach through and touch her very soul. “Perhaps anatomy?” He slowly lowered his head until his mouth was inches from hers. “Or chemistry?”