Page 96 of The Duke of Desire
“I should think so.”
“I can take you back, but only for tonight. Tomorrow, we’re leaving for London so that I may get a special license. I want to make you my duchess as soon as possible.”
Ivy lifted her head from his chest. “Can we invite Lucy and Dartford to come along?”
“Anything you want, my love, is my heart’s desire.Youare my heart’s desire.”
She winced. “I’m afraid I must apologize. For your nickname.”
His eyes widened, and he laughed. “You started that?”
“I can’t take all the credit. Indeed, I advocated for Duke of Debauchery or perhaps it was Depravity. I can’t rightly recall, and, really, either would’ve done. Lucy and Aquilla thought Desire sounded more enticing.” She ran her palm over his nipple and up to his collarbone. “Not that you needed any help with that.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners, and he kissed her swiftly on the mouth. “No. But that life is over. I am still the Duke of Desire—I hope—but only for you.” He kissed her again, his lips soft against hers. “Only for you.”
