Snowball and Gingerface slithered into his room.
“Shit,” I whispered.
The door flew open.
My eyes flew up.
Battle was in a pair of drawstring pajama pants, navy with little pinstripes.
And that was it.
His broad chest was adorned with the most perfect smattering of dark chest hair I’d ever seen in my life.
My mouth got dry, and I was pretty sure I was going to faint again.
Fortunately, Battle’s arm hooked around my waist, and he hauled me into his room so forcefully, I would have cried out, but my mouth automatically swallowed it.
He slammed the door behind me…
Slammed it!
And turned me, still in his arms, walking me backwards across his room, his gaze locked to mine.
“Done being teased, darling?” he purred.
Did he…
Did he…!
…force me to take that walk?
Doing it so he could win our game?
One I didn’t know (okay, I did) we were playing?
“You’re a jerk, my Lord Duke,” I tried to snap, but considering I was pretty breathless, it came out breathy.
He smiled a slow, wicked smile that reminded me of my first impression of him.
The villain.
The marauder.
The rogue.
My panties flooded.
He bent his head and kissed me.
During the kiss, he turned, fell, I fell with him, and he landed on his back in the bed with me on top of him.
Oo.
Lovely.
I wasn’t on top for long.
He rolled us so he was on top.
