What a Duke Dares (Sons of Sin 3)
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“That you’re a fortune hunter.”
He laughed dismissively. “You know I’m not interested in your money.” While he’d love to see her face, there was a delicious suspense in standing so near, catching the soft drift of her fragrance, flowers and beautiful girl.
“That’s what a fortune hunter would say.”
“Probably. But in my case it’s true.” He paused. “That wasn’t all he said.”
She shifted and spoke reluctantly. “He said your family was—”
“Shady?”
Finally she turned. She didn’t look annoyed or flustered. She looked curious. “After Uncle Neville’s villainy, our family can’t boast.”
He was impressed that she broached the scandal. Harry had always sensed that Sophie Fairbrother was made of stronger stuff than society suspected. Which meant that something more important than a petty disappointment had made her sob her heart out in the Oldhavens’ garden.
Despite his determination to remain within the bounds of propriety—just—he took her arm. She gasped in surprise without pulling away. Beneath his touch, her skin was smooth and cool. A bolt of heat sizzled through him, startling him with its power.
“If I drag you into a private room, will you scream?” he murmured.
He wasn’t sure what reaction he expected. Certainly not a soft giggle. “That depends on what you intend to do.”
For a beat, shock held him silent. She wasn’t afraid. Instead she looked interested and eager. Heaven help him. Clasping her slender arm and drowning in eyes as blue as a summer sky, he didn’t feel like a gentleman. He felt like a starving man presented with a table groaning under lashings of food.
“Not as much as I want to,” he admitted.
He whisked her behind the nearest door. The latch’s click sounded like thunder. His heart thudded with excitement and uneasiness. If they were discovered, there would be the devil to pay.
“This is dangerous.” His grip softened to a caress and instinct alone led his hand to her other arm. This room was as dark as a coalmine.
“It is. My brother is a famous shot.”
The warmth of her skin under his hands set him trembling. “For a few minutes alone with you, I’ll take any risk.”
“Will you think that when he puts a bullet into you?” In the quiet gloom, the rasp of her breathing was audible. She was more nervous than she pretended. That hint of vulnerability contained Harry’s rocketing desire as nothing else could.
“Even then, it’s worth it.”
“Such a flatterer.”
He knew he deserved the mockery, but he couldn’t like it. How to explain that this time everything was different? Sophie wasn’t one of his women. She was the woman.
“I’ll be missed if I stay too long.”
He smiled. “That sounds promising.”
“How so?”
“That you mean to stay at all.”
She offered no coy protests. The more he saw of her, the more he liked her. “Are you a fortune hunter?”
He breathed unsteadily too. Not because of fear, but because her nearness set his heart galloping like a wild horse across the moors. Her scent tinged the air. Something fresh like running wa
ter. “What do you think?”
“I think I’ve spent far too long thinking about you.”
Triumph flooded him. He exhaled and cupped her face, feeling her silky cheeks beneath his palms. “I can’t stop thinking about you either. Are you going to marry Desborough?”