A Week to Be Wicked (Spindle Cove, #2)

by Tessa Dare

“Colin . . .” She stroked his lapel. “I can convince them I like you. That won’t require imagination.” This thumb traced her jaw, and his voice went husky. “Won’t it?” “But no one will believe we’re lovers. You heard those women laugh. You said it yourself, back in Spindle Cove. No one will believe you want me.” With a groan, he slid his hands down her back. Cupping her backside in two hands, he lifted her and pressed her into the nearest alcove. The possession in his manner thrilled her, and so did the press of his hard, muscled body against hers. He pressed a kiss to her ear. “What if I said I was an idiot that night?” “Then I would agree.” “What if I told you everything’s changed?” He kissed her neck. “That in the past four-and-twenty hours I’ve wanted to murder three different men just for daring to touch you—one of them a duke. That I am desperate with longing, consumed with wanting you. As I’ve wanted no other woman in all my debauched, misspent life.” His tongue traced her pulse, and her breath caught. “Then I would doubt you,” she breathed. Why?” “Because . . .” Because I doubt myself. “Because I know how easily you lie.”