Take her?
Her face burned. Nothing could prepare her for whatever would happen next - and that scared her more than anything.
And then what? How would she look at him in the eyes afterwards, knowing that he had compromised her virtue?
"You can charm the devil into going to heaven, if you had your way."
His breath on the skin of her neck tickled her.
"This is more than inappropriate."
But he wasn't listening. He hefted her dress up to her knees.
The colour on her cheeks deepened.
"What are you doing?"
He gave her a dazzling grin. "Satisfying my curiosity."
She tried to close her legs, but the insufferable man was standing between them. Her eyes locked with his.
"I thought you wanted to have cake?"
He blinked as if just remembering.
"I did." Then he brushed his lips on hers ever so lightly.
Claire found herself tightening her hips around his.
Each brush of his lips made her stomach coil within.
She needed something more from him - something she couldn't name.
