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“Oof,” she said as his arms wrapped around her and held her against his lean, hard frame.

Chapter 16

Indy in his arms. Right where she belonged.

She didn’t attempt to right herself; she held still, balanced against him, her arms around his neck. His arms around her waist. Right where they belonged.

“Is Sir Charles gone?” she whispered.

Raven nodded, not trusting his voice to make much more than an awkward croaking sound.

“You were teasing me,” she admonished, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. “I know several ladies who would pay a small fortune to watch you strip off your clothing.”

That made him smile. Her gaze was light, teasing, and sensual.

“You liked the show, did you?”

“It was entertaining.” Her gaze flicked to his lips.

When he had her in his arms there was nothing on earth, no loyalty, no duty that could keep him from taking anything she’d be willing and eager to give him. Right now all he wanted to do was cup her bum and lift her.

Wrap her long legs around his hips and back her up against a wall.

“You didn’t have to watch,” he said. “You could have closed your eyes.”

“I wanted to watch. It was quite stimulating.”

She fit her hips to his hips, her weight supported by his chest and thighs.

“There was one part of you the valet neglected to measure,” she murmured in the sexiest, huskiest voice he’d ever heard. “Too bad he didn’t leave his tape or I might be tempted to remedy his omission.”

“Indy,” he groaned. “Don’t say things like that. You’ll be my downfall.”

“What I want to know is whether these,” she brushed her fingertips lightly over the waistband of his smalls, “might be convinced to fall down.”

What was he supposed to do, tell her he would never drop his smalls for her? That was a lie. He’d do whatever she wanted if it meant he could continue holding her like this.

Her hips against his hips.

Her breasts crushed against his chest.

“I’m yours to command, Indy,” he said.

“Finish the show. Drop your undergarments,” she growled.

He grinned. “Why, are you going to ravish me?”

“Absolutely,” she said, with the most devastatingly provocative smile he’d ever seen.

And just like that, his scruples ran for the hills, abandoning him completely.

Duty be damned. Honor be hanged. He’d risk everything for one more taste of her lips.

“Then let’s move over by the fire. It’s too cold here.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her across the room, his eyes never leaving her face.

If she hesitated, if a shadow crossed her eyes, he was fully prepared to end the encounter before it began. But that teasing smile remained on her lips and her gaze was warm with desire.

He’d locked the door after Sir Charles left. They wouldn’t be disturbed.

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