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Sebastian wanted to explain it wasn’t what she thought, but when he started to speak, she burst out laughing. “Don’t deny it. Mr. Swinson may appear quiet but can be quite ferocious when concerned about me. You have a similar look right now.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Diana stood inher hotel room, staring out a window. She shouldn’t have left the club in a huff, but seeing Sebastian and Mrs. Swinson together unsettled her. Her emotions could be considered jealousy, but it was more than that. Watching them side-by-side made Diana realize how well-suited the woman and Sebastian were.
She sighed, hating how she felt and wishing they had never come to Livorno. She knew their interlude would end but assumed not until they reached London. Now, Arthur and possibly her mother may return to England on theSS Lark. Maybe Sebastian had already decided to move on.
A quiet knock pulled her away from her thoughts. She moved to the doorway, suspecting Arthur was checking on her. He’d been concerned about her on the carriage ride to the hotel. She opened the door. “Arthur—”
“Why would Tremont be coming to your door so late?” Sebastian said quietly. A tenseness flowed off him.
Her own annoyance flared. He’d spent tonight and last night flirting with ladies at a club. He had no right to be mad.
“Sebastian, I don’t have time for you right now.”
He walked in, disregarding her statement. The annoyance in her shot to fury. He paced back and forth before leaning against the foot of her bed. “So, you are waiting for Tremont?”
Diana scowled. “That isn’t your concern.”
Her body thrummed as Sebastian’s eyes raked over her. She was still in her gown from the club. He softly said, “Not my concern?”
“I’m sure any of the ladies you flirted with last evening could easily replace me for a brief interlude in Tuscany.”
A black brow on his face shot up. “Do you think it is that easy for me to trade you out?”
His blunt words flared her anger. She scowled at him. “Apparently so, as you seem more interested in finding a new flirtation.”
Sebastian laughed darkly. “Excuse me if I didn’t want to run to your bed after you spent all day with Tremont.”
“I had no control of that. I had no idea he would be here.”
He smirked and shook his head. “Well, here I am, Lady Hensley, to do your bidding. You didn’t even have to fetch me. I’m unable to resist you.”
She was so angry with him but the ache in the southern region of her body flared at his words. “You probably just haven’t found a new lady. You, no doubt, will have your pick in Livorno.”
Diana didn’t know why they were being hurtful to each other, but neither could seem to stop. He strode to her, his furious footsteps echoing on the floorboards. One of his arms looped out and snaked around her waist. He grinned at her cockily. “I could have my pick.”
A furious gasp escaped her. She pushed against his chest with one of her hands. “Leave, Sebastian.”
His mouth dipped down to her ear. “But I only want you. I’m standing here wondering how long it will take me to get between those lovely thighs of yours. Wishing that instead of your sharp tongue, I can hear your whimpers.”
“My tongue may have been much sweeter had I seen you last night.”
She was not happy with him. He growled, and her quim clenched. Sebastian nuzzled her neck. “Do you want me to go?”
Common sense told her to say yes, but her traitorous mouth whispered, “No.”
He palmed one of her breasts as his tongue plunged into her mouth. Diana moaned, bending her body closer to his. Sebastian attempted to pull her flush but was prevented from doing so by her gown and petticoats. With a growl, he spun her around and undid the buttons going down her back. Frustrated, he hastily tossed aside her dress and petticoats.
His hand slid down the front of her drawers, and a groan escaped him as his fingers dipped down into her feminine folds. Yes. This is what she needed. Her body rubbed against him, enraptured by the sweet torment. “Sebastian.”
He quickly removed the rest of her clothes before discarding his own. They toppled into the bed with him spooning her. His cock pushed against her from behind. “Please,” she whimpered.
“You are mine until we return to London,” he said bitingly as his shaft slid into her quim.
She pushed against him, wanting him deeper. He pulled her closer. “Say it. You are mine until we return.”
Diana suspected she may be his forever but would never utter the words aloud. Instead, she simply said, “I’m yours.”
