It was true he was a strong man.
But she knew where his weakness lay.
A weakness she fully intended to exploit.
His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her closer, an action at odds with his mutter of protest. Well, she wasn’t about to make this easy on him. She trailed lower, down his neck, his hard, steady pulse beneath her mouth. Then she sucked the sensitive skin, and his breath took on a ragged quality.
Ah…there.
His resistance was slipping.
Still, she sensed a tension in him.
His resistance wasn’t entirely vanquished.
“We need to talk, Delilah.”
“We do,” she agreed before giving the space behind his ear another lick. He liked it there. Then she pulled back to meet his gaze. “In my defense, I did fully intend to talk first tonight.”
“This won’t solve anything,” he protested. His golden gaze held an unmovable quality.
Dukes.
Yet his hand slid around to the small of her back. Her hips crushed into his, and the hard length of his fully erect manhood made the breath stick in her lungs. Oh, the feel of him…
She needed it.
Now.
“Here’s the thing, Sebastian,” she said. “I can’t arrive at any reasonable thought until we havethisout of the way.”
“This?” Humor flashed behind his eyes. She sensed an opening.
“Do you have any idea how devastating you are?” she asked. Now, it was her voice fraying at the edges.
Arrogance now radiated off him in waves. “I’ve been told.”
Oh, how ridiculously attractive was his arrogance.
It should annoy—possibly infuriate—her.
Instead, it made her want to rip every last shred of clothing off his body.
Toward that end, she reached up and took his white silk cravat in hand.
She rather liked having this duke by the throat.
His feet slowed to a stop. “Delilah.”
“Mmm?” she mumbled, distracted. “This knot is the work of the devil.”
“It’s actually the work of my valet.” Sebastian still held that unmovable quality in his eye. He jutted his chin toward the manse. “There is a bed not fifty feet from here.”
Her fingers kept busy, finally making some headway. “We’ve never needed one before.” It was only the truth.
His hands covered hers, stilling them. “Come,” he said, twining her fingers through his.
They did make it up the stone staircase to his study, but only as far as the door before Delilah seized an opportunity and pulled his head down for a kiss. Instinctively, he returned it, pressing her against the doorjamb, his body fully against hers. Her leg had no choice but to wrap around his waist, leaving her sex no option but to grind against his length. Oh, the hard, delicious feel of him…
