Page 60 of The Duke of Kisses
He groaned just before breaking the kiss. “Fanny. I want—”
“What I want. We’re to be married, David. Why must we wait to lie together?”
He kissed her again, hard and fast. “You’re sorely tempting me.”
She looked around, her gaze landing on the willow tree. “Come with me.” She took his hand and started to lead him to the other end of the pond.
“Wait, your book.” He leaned down to pick it up before following in her wake. “Where are we going?”
“This is my private place.” She threw him a smile over her shoulder.
She pulled him under the canopy of the willow, the branches draping down around them making it seem as if they’d walked into their own secluded sanctuary. Turning, she took her sketchbook from his hand and set it near the base of the tree. Then she removed her bonnet and placed it on top of the book.
She faced him and reached behind herself to grope for the laces of her gown. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find them. For the most part, her London wardrobe required Barker’s assistance, and Barker was, thankfully, back at the house.
His brows pitched low, and he regarded her with deep suspicion. “Fanny, what are you doing?”
“Seducing you.”
