Page 92 of Ruthless with a Rogue
She nodded, her grin growing.“More than.”
“You are more than well… Because you scared the shite out of me…” That didn’t seem very kind.Sounded like somethinghe’dfind amusement in.But Livy wasn’t a miserable arse like he was.
“I have feelings for you too, Derek.”
His mouth immediately opened to deny her claim…and then he hesitated.What was the point?The woman standing in front of him was much too intelligent, had always seen more of him than anyone else.He clearly couldn’t hide the way he felt about her.From her.From himself.
And then her words truly registered:I have feelings for you too, Derek.Oh.Lightness filled him.It was a bit disconcerting, like something had inflated inside his chest.He wasn’t certain he liked it.It seemed his chest was destined to be uncomfortably full with Livy around.
He let out a huff through his nose.“Well, I suppose that’s good then.That we both share these…things.For one another.”
Livy chuckled.“Feeeeelings.”
“Yes, those.”He pinched his thumb and forefinger together.“Small ones.”
She nodded seriously.“So small, you hired people to watch over me.”
He glared at her.“Well, yours are so small you snuck out in the middle of the night to see me.Again.”
Her eyes danced.“Derek?”
“Yes?”
“Want to take me to bed already?I’d like to show you how small my feelings truly are.”
Fuck.
The minute his bedchamber door closed, Derek was on her.Mouths collided, lips seeking, teeth nipping, tongues demanding.His hands fumbled with her cloak, and she wiggled out of it.They were a tangle of groping hands, stumbling feet, and overeager kisses as they made their way to his bed, losing items of clothing along the way.Fabric tore, buttons pinged against the floor.
His arse hit the edge of his bed, and Livy stepped back, her eyes glinting in the light of the lone candelabra sitting on the dressing table in his chamber.She looked dangerous in the low glow, in nothing but her chemise and stockings.And he supposed she was.Dangerous to the organ in his chest.Also very dangerous to his prick, because the way she was looking at him?Lust sank heavy in his groin.
“Careful, minx.Your small feelings are showing.”
She nodded toward where his cock was tenting his breeches.“Yours too, my lord.”
He grinned.Touche.He started popping buttons free.He’d lost his shirt along the way, but he was still in his stockings and breeches.“Would you like a closer look at my feelings, love?”He shoved his breeches and smalls down below his arse, his cock springing free.A stilted breath left her.He was already an aching, leaking mess.He gathered some in his palm and stroked himself in a slick, slow glide.He let out a choppy breath, both at the pleasure stirring to life and at how her gaze tracked the movement, at how her teeth skated over her bottom lip.
Then those eyes met his, chin tilting up.A warrior.With one finger, she pushed a chemise strap off her shoulder.His gut tightened.Thin, delicate fingers skimmed across her chest to the opposite shoulder.
He leaned forward.Clearly, they were partaking in some sort of seduction warfare.
Her finger lightly caressed the strap.
Push.
Whoosh.
His pulse took off.He couldn’t say he minded this kind of combat.Christ, she was glorious.Regal.Elegant shoulders rolled back, breasts thrust forward.Perfectly aware of the power she wielded, allowing him the privilege of her naked skin.And those legs.They’d been the death of him from the moment they met.He wanted those legs wrapped around him.Desperately.
He shoved off his breeches and stockings and then straightened.He wouldn’t ever be anything but a worthy adversary.
She let out a slow, controlled breath.Like if she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to hold herself back.His signature roguish half-smile slid into place.Then he flexed his stomach muscles.Her stare shot to the movement.Then to his cock.Exactly what he’d been hoping for.And in three, two, one—there it was.The ripple of a swallow down that elegant throat.
“Hungry, minx?Want a taste of my feelings?”
Her gaze flicked up to his.There was something in those irises, something dark, something that had him stilling.She stepped forward, and his muscles tensed, jerked as he forced himself to remain in place.To not retreat.
Memories of when they met flashed through his mind.How he’d prowled toward her.He a lion, she his prey.Oh, how wrong he’d been.
