“It would go over much better if it didn’t look like you weretakingme away,” she told him.
“Iamtaking you away, dear girl.”
Well, all right. She hadn’t really thought the rest was going to be easy.
“At least invite them to dinner.”
“Like hell I will.”
“James!”
There was a low growl deep in his chest, but he stopped and turned back. Only it was Drew he looked at, not Warren. “You’re bloody well invited to dinner!”
“For God’s sake,” she said as he continued on his way. “That was the most graceless, ill—”
“Shut up, George. You haven’t seen itset rightyet.”
She winced, wishing he hadn’t heard that bit of confidence on her part. Yet she was confident. He’d already made the first concession, with ill grace, true, but it was a definite start.
“James?”
“Umm?”
“You’re going to enjoy my efforts to make you give in.”
One golden brow crooked as he glanced down at her. “I am, am I?”
She ran a finger slowly over his lower lip. “You are.”
He stopped right there on the dock, a long way yet from his carriage, and started kissing her. Georgian wasn’t sure how they got home.
Chapter Forty-eight
“James, shouldn’t we go down? The carriages have been arriving for the last hour.”
“That’s my family showing up for this momentous occasion. With luck, yours won’t find the house.”
She twisted a lock of his golden hair about her finger and gently tugged. “You aren’t still going to be difficult, are you?”
“I’m never difficult, love. You just haven’t convinced me yet to forgive your brothers.”
Her eyes flared, then flared some more when he rolled over on the bed, putting her beneath him again. Her temper wanted to flare, too, but when James rested between her thighs, anger was the farthest thing from her mind.
Still, she reminded him, “You invited them here.”
“I invited them, but it’s Tony’s house. He can bloody well kick them out.”
“James!”
“So convince me.”
The horrid man was grinning at her, and she couldn’t help grinning back. “You’re impossible. I never should have said that you’d enjoy this.”
“But you did…and I am.”
She giggled as his lips trailed along her neck, then down to capture the peak of one already pebbled nipple. But then she gasped as her desire ignited fully, pulled from her with the suction of his mouth. Her hands moved down over his back, loving the feel of him, all of him, everywhere.
“James…James, tell me again.”
