“What are you doing?” she asked, but she knew. Any woman would know. Finally, he was acting the way she wanted, like a man who had to have her.
“I’m proving that I care. Do you object?” he snapped. His blond hair fell over his eyes as he reached for the buttons on his green silk waistcoat.
Object? No, she would object if he stopped.
Rather than answer him with words, she sat up on her knees and gripped his waistcoat at the top where the buttons began, and she jerked, breaking the fabric open and scattering the buttons on the floor.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
He crushed her to his chest, and she freed her hands to fist them in his hair, tugging on the strands as their mouths collided in a mix of anger and passion. Raw, wild need flowed between them. He groaned against her as she raked h
