Page 70 of Reluctantly Rogue

“Tonight is supposed to be adate. It needs to be romantic. Sexy even. You need to see if you can have a deeper connection with James.”

I drag my jaw down her cheek and along hers. When I get to her mouth, I say against her lips, “The business will be there tomorrow, Duchess. Tonight is for different adventures.”

Then I kiss her.

This entire trip is going to be torture.

Watching her with other men, being in the same vicinity as her and not being able to touch her, or touching her and having to pull back.

It won’t matter. All of it’s going to be difficult. So, I might as well have a few seconds of enjoyment, right?

Especially if it’s for the greater good.

She sighs against my lips, her mouth opens slightly, and I take advantage. I lick my tongue over her bottom lip, then slide it over her tongue. I taste her fully. She tastes like toothpaste. Then when she sighs again and arches closer, the lust between us has its own sweet flavor.

I run my hand from the back of her neck up into her hair, finding the bobby pins that are holding her hair up. I pluck them out, one by one, dropping them to the floor. Then I pull the ponytail holder loose. Her long, dark tresses tumble around her shoulders, and I sink my fingers into her thick hair, cupping her head and tipping her so that I can taste her even more fully.

My other hand finds her ass, lovingly hugged by the green silk she’s wearing.

This dress fits against all her curves. It has a wide neckline that shows only the hint of cleavage. It’s sweet and completely modest, but teases at the beautiful body underneath.

Just as she’s starting to go up onto tiptoe to get closer, I release her mouth.

I stare down at her.

“Don’t you want more of that?” I ask her huskily. “Don’t you want to feel this with whoever you’re with? Don’t you want to find someone who can make you feel like thisandtalk to you about green energy and making Cara better?”

She blinks those beautiful green eyes at me, trying to focus, trying to remember where we were prior to the kiss.

I can’t help it, that makes every inch of my ego swell.

Which goes well with the swollen cock behind my fly.

I can handle that. I can handle wanting her and not being able to have her. If it means that she goes out and finds someone that can make her look the way she’s looking right now, I can do this.

She deserves this.

A wrinkle furrows her brow as she finally realizes what I’m talking about. She pushes against my chest and I let her go. She steps back.

“Dammit, Jonah,” she says. “That’s what that was? Just a reminder?”

“A reminder that you like this. Another little taste of cake.”

She wets her lips again and then lifts her hand to her hair.

“And now my hair is down.”

“I am right about this. You need to go into this like a date.”

“And hope that James can kiss like you.” She presses her hand against her stomach and stares at me.

“Are you going to find out?” I ask her. “Are you going to let him kiss you?”

That’s what I want. At least that’s what I tell myself.

She takes a deep breath. “I don’t know yet. I haven’t thought about it.”

I shake my head. “Liar. You’ve thought about it.”

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