Her heart jumped, but she quickly stayed the impulse to make a similar declaration. He was drunk. She could not afford to believe drunken nonsense.
“Do you, my lord?”
“I must,” he said simply. “Why else would I put up with your sulkiness?”
“I have told you before, I do not sulk.”
“And your disobedience,” he continued as if she had not spoken. “And your willfulness.”
“I did not realize I had so many faults,” she said stiffly.
“You do, but I love you anyway.” He swung her into his arms, squeezing the breath out of her. “Can you love me, dearling?”
“Of course—my lord.”
“Ah, Leonie, would that you spoke the truth, but I know you are lying.”
He was whispering into her ear, making her nerves tingle. It was always a churning experience, being so attracted to this man. She wished she were drunk. Shewished she could let go of the tight rein on her emotions and savor her time with him. She wished…
She squirmed out of his tight embrace so that she could wrap her arms around his neck. “It is not impossible to love you. In fact, it is very easy.”
Rolfe caught his breath. She was pressing her soft body against him, and he said huskily, “You humor me, dearling, but at least that is a start.”
His mouth swooped down on hers, taking her lips in an exquisitely passionate kiss. That first violent shock stunned her, then melted into sweet sensations. She clung to his body, feeling every hard muscle, returning his kiss with her own passion. She was frightened by her desire for him.
Suddenly, to her amazement, Rolfe broke off the kiss and threw back his head, emitting a wild roar, like a war cry. It sent shivers through her. When he looked down at her, raw passion smoldered in those dark eyes. Very deliberately and slowly, he slid his hands down her hips, holding them firmly.
A core of heat burst in her loins, and suddenly her muscles had turned to water. Her legs were unable to support her. It must have showed in her eyes, for Rolfe smiled triumphantly, then scooped her up in his arms.
Leonie gasped. “We might get there safer, my lord, if you put me down.”
He was too inebriated for this. “No,” he said flatly.
She pointed at the open door a few steps away. “Over there.”
He walked unsteadily into the small room. Seeing the nervous Mildred, he ordered her out. Leonie smiled at the look on poor Mildred’s face as she ran out of the room, for she was sure the maid was only too glad to leave.
“Where is the other one?” he asked as he moved toward the bed.
“Wilda is sleeping elsewhere tonight.”
He chuckled. “Wise girl.”
“And what have you done with Damian?”
“Left him with his father, Lord Sutton. I desired privacy for us.”
They fell heavily onto the bed, both laughing. He did not have to ask her to help him disrobe. In swift order she did it, the two of them laughing and teasing. Then her bedrobe was removed, and Rolfe’s eyes kindled with desire. When he placed his hands on her breasts, she was jolted back into total awareness of her raging needs. They lay down on the bed together, clutching each other tightly.
His strength was a palpable thing, the corded muscles running along his neck, mounded across his chest. He was raw power held in check, and she accepted his gentleness as a gift. She touched those muscles, felt them move under her fingertips, felt the silkiness of the dark curling hair all over him, another aspect of his overwhelming masculinity.
He was all she could ever want—and she wanted him desperately, her eyes telling him so. He watched her fascination with him. He played with her lips then, nibbling, teasing her, knowing she wanted to be crushed. When he finally plundered, his tongue ravaging her mouth, a sound of pure pleasure was wrenched from her.
His caresses were sheer torture as he moved from her breasts to the core of her, his fingers opening her. She moved as close to him as she could, wanting more, and suddenly waves of heat converged in her loins to shatter the little control she had left. She tore her mouth away from his to cry out his name as the exquisitespasms washed through her. He mounted her then, before she had time to recover, his arms slipping under her to gather her to him more closely. The throbbing in her loins continued as he plummeted to her depths, and then the throbbing burst into flames again as the gushing warmth of his release filled her.
Leonie could feel the waves of pleasure running through him for a long, exquisite moment, and then Rolfe rolled over, taking her with him, his arms still wrapped around her. She lay across his chest, floating.
After a time she realized he was sleeping soundly. She looked up at him with a tender smile and then, carefully, tried to move off him. But Rolfe’s arms tightened, wanting her close even in sleep. So there she settled, her head on his arm, her belly pressed to his side, one leg covering him. She slept a blissful sleep.
