“No.” She touched her finger to his lips. “I came to you, Lovingdon, because I knew you would be honest with me. Your words and sentiments might be crude, but you have never put a veil of protection between us. Your words reaffirm what I’ve believed all along. I don’t want a man rutting over me. I don’t want him thinking, ‘Let’s get on with this, I need an heir.’ I want pleasure. I want him to want to come to my bed. I believe love is the key, which is why I want to find a man who loves me. I don’t want to make a mistake, with which I would have to live for the remainder of my life.”
He skimmed his fingers along the side of her face. “You won’t. It would be a rather poor refection on my knowledge of the blackguards if you end up with a man who doesn’t love you. Trust me, Little Rose. I can spot a blackguard a mile away.”
“I do trust you.”
More’s the pity. Because at that moment his words were no more sincere than any of the dribble that Bentley had spouted. It was her lips, glistening and swollen, that prompted his wicked behavior.. He wanted those lips, he wanted that mouth.
Don’t don’t don’t.
But he was beyond listening to his conscience. Just one more taste, one more little sip. She tilted her face up slightly, the most beautiful invitation he’d ever received. He framed her face between his hands. “Just one more taste.”
When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath
2/25/2014 by Avon