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

by Tessa Dare

At least she’d stopped herself from voicing the rest of the thoughts running through her addled brain, which went something like, Truly? That whole determined, dangerous saunter across the room was for me? In that case, would you mind going back and doing it all over again? Slowly this time, and with feeling.

Before his eyes, she’d transformed into a new creature. Still a bit awkward and uncertain, but undaunted. And well on her way to being beautiful. Colin scratched his neck. He wished there were someone nearby he could turn to and say, Would you look at that?

She distinctly heard Mr. Fontley shout, “How dare you molest that young lady.” And then Gilbert’s reedy tenor. “You’ll burn in hell for that. She’s a woman of God.” They both paused on the bottom riser of the stairs. And broke into simultaneous laughter.

I’m dead. Literally lol

Men never hesitated to declare their presence. They were permitted to live aloud, in reverberating thuds and clunks, while ladies were always schooled to abide in hushed whispers.

She’d never felt anything like this. Evidently, she was both a naughty girl and a poor scientist. A failure, all around.

“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.”

He pumped her steadily, driving into her at just the angle he knew she craved. “Love me. Don’t ever stop. You hear me? It won’t be this good with anyone else. Only me, Min. Only me.”