Page 30 of Her Dangerous Groom

My lips part under his, and my husband's tongue slips inside my mouth.

It's my first kiss, and it's beyond my wildest imagination.

His hand curls around my nape as he deepens the kiss, and I find myself clutching his shirt.

His tongue thrusts in and out of my mouth, and my heart goes wild. I know it's a dance as old as time, but when Lorenzo starts sucking my tongue, the fire inside of me explodes into a conflagration of sensations.

I can't think.

I can't breathe.

All I can do is want.

Oh, how I want him!

Lorenzo suddenly wrenches his mouth off mine, and all I can do is stare up at him in a daze.

Every part of me is aching.

Why, oh why did he have to stop kissing me?

"Last chance," he rasps out.

What is he talking about?

"If you're in my room when I come up, there will be no turning back."

He sounds so, so serious.

And for some reason, that makes me feel the opposite.

I'm giddy, light-headed, and just suddenly so, so crazy over my husband that I find myself actually playing the coquette for the first time, ever.

"Does that mean you only want me when I'm lying back and thinking of England?"

He stares at me in shock, and honestly?

I'm just as stunned as he is.

Whoever knew I could be such a tease, and to the Beast of New York no less?

"Ten minutes," Lorenzo grates out under his breath. "You have ten minutes to do whatever you need to do—-"

His green eyes glitter, and oh, the things that his feral gaze promises!

"—-then it's my turn to do whatever I want to do."

My knees go weak, and I'd have crumpled at his feet if not for my husband catching hold of me.

I look up, and it's my first time to see Lorenzo smirking.

And I love it.

"Ten minutes, Gazelle."

He doesn't have to say it again.

The moment his hold loosens, I'm already running away and up the stairs, my heart beating so, so loud and hard that it's all I hear again.

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