Say Yes to the Marquess (BOOK 2 OF CASTLES EVER AFTER)

“I . . .” Clio was breathless. “I was?”


“You were.” He stepped toward her. “Hell, you still are. I’ve wanted you since I was a randy youth. This body made me wild. Every lush, round, maddeningly erotic curve. There are a thousand carnal things I’ve dreamed about doing to, with, on, or inside you.”

Clio didn’t know how to reply to that. So, naturally, she came out with the most pedantic, silly reply possible. “A thousand? That’s a rather incredible number.”

“An exaggeration, perhaps. But not by much. Do you want to hear a list?

She nodded. If it saved her from speaking, she would love nothing more.

“Let’s see.” His gaze roamed her body. “I can start with your breasts. They take up the first fifty places on the list alone. One, fondling. Two, nuzzling. Then kissing, licking, sucking in that order. Five, biting gently. Six, biting harder. Seven, pressing your breasts together, holding them tight around my thrusting cock.”

She blinked at him. “Really?”

“You said it yourself. Men are disgusting.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t call that disgusting. Just . . . surprising.”

In fact the mere picture of it—if she could trust her imagination to picture it properly—was drawing her nipples to tight points and making her warm between her thighs.

“And I’m not even to ten yet,” he said. “I’m just getting started. There are things on that list even I can’t say aloud.”

He took a step back and began to circle her in slow paces.

“Bloody hell. There’ve been times I didn’t know how to look at you. Because you were such a good girl, and in my mind, I’d made you do such wicked, wicked things. I have wanted you ever since I can remember wanting.”

“Even with all the women you’ve had.”

“Even with all the women I’ve had.”

She clutched the loosened gown tight to her chest. She couldn’t believe any of this.

“But you said it was because of Piers. You wanted me because you were envious of him, and it wasn’t really anything to do with me.”

“Oh, yes.” He returned to stand before her. “That’s what I told myself. I told myself a lot of things. I told myself that it just so happened you were my sort.” He swept a hungry look down her body. “I was only attracted to you because I’m always attracted to fair-haired, blue-eyed, lushly curved women. That would make sense, wouldn’t it?

“It would make perfect sense.”

His gaze snapped up to hers. “It was a lie.”

“So . . . you’re . . . not attracted to fair-haired, blue-eyed, lushly curved women?”

“Oh, I am,” he said. “I am. And it’s because they remind me of you.”

Heavens.

Her knees . . . They weren’t working anymore. They might not exist anymore.

She reeled backward, and her back met the bedpost.

“Your body”—he closed the distance between them—“is my every raw, lusting, carnal dream. I’ve spent years wondering what you look like under all that.”

“Well . . .” She uncrossed her arms, and the lace gown slipped to the floor. “Wonder no longer.”

She wasn’t quite naked. Even with her gown and corset in a heap at her feet, she still wore her chemise and petticoats. But the delicate, tissue-thin fabric left little to the imagination.

Rafe didn’t say anything. He simply stared at her.

She grasped the ribbon bow at the neckline of her chemise and pulled it loose.

He didn’t so much as blink.

Clio’s pulse raced. She hadn’t come this far just to back down. If he left her here, exposed and rejected, her pride would never survive it.

In a moment of pure madness, she stretched her arms overhead, gripping the bedpost with both hands. The pose bowed her spine and pushed her breasts to what she hoped was an enticing angle.

He showed no signs of being enticed.

Oh, Lord. Perhaps all those confessions of his had merely been lies to soothe her feelings. She’d been a fool to believe he found her irresistible. Here he was, standing within arm’s reach, enjoying a view of her half-naked body . . .

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