“Because you’re obsessed with my chest, so I thought I’d help you out with some framing. If I give you too much, you get distracted.”
I rolled my eyes (even if he spoke truth, the distracting part was his pretty cock, also his muscled thighs).
He chuckled (he knew he spoke truth).
“Move to my rooms?” he asked.
My eyes rolled right back to his face.
“What?”
“I like the idea of knowing you’re sleeping in my bed when I’m away.”
I liked that he liked that.
However.
“Battle—”
He gave me a squeeze. “If it’s too much too soon, don’t do it. I’m telling you what I want. If you’re not ready…” He shrugged.
“But, the girls,” I said.
“And what’s the difference between you being here right now, and them knowing you are, and you being here when I’m not here?”
“You know there’s a difference.”
“I do? Really?”
Man, he was so into me.
And he didn’t give a shit who knew it.
Including me.
Another reason I was falling for him.
“I’ll think about it,” I gave in.
He brushed my lips with his. “Thank you, love.”
“Am I going to get another orgasm? Or are we going to sleep?”
“Do you want another orgasm?”
“You might as well ask if I want another scoop of ice cream in a hot fudge sundae.”
He grinned.
We rolled again.
And Battle Talyn, Duke of Burleigh, as was his way, set about giving his all so a woman he cared about would have everything she wanted.
And he did it splendidly.
CHAPTER 25
THE WEDDING
