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She couldn’t help herself. She wanted him too badly. “You say that you used to be wicked. But how am I to know that it’s true?”
He straightened, rising like a cliff on the horizon, shoulders so broad and strong. “It’s a fact.”
“Then prove it.”
“Prove what?”
“That you used to be a rake.”
Chapter24
Prove it.
Prove he’d been a rake. Prove that he still hadit—the talent for giving a woman pleasure.
Drew’s throat constricted and his chest expanded with longing.
Oh, he could prove it—there was no doubt about that.
In order to do it right you had to listen. Pay attention. Pick up on small cues, infinitesimal shifts in a mood, a body. The angle of her hips, the rhythm of her breath, her sighs.
He wanted to prove himself to Mina, prove more than just his expertise with lovemaking. He wanted to be worthy of her trust, her partnership.
She was right. He’d been building her up into something perfect and untouchable in his mind, placing her on a pedestal. She was a woman who defied definition. She was her own unique species. He had no way to define her or classify her.
“Drew,” she whispered. “You’re thinking too much. You need to let go. Take a leap of faith. Stop thinking.”
“When I used to be a rake, I didn’t think at all,” he replied. “I obliterated thinking with wine and whisky. I existed for pleasure, because pleasure drives everything else away, at least in the moment.”
“We don’t need wine.” Her eyes half lidded, fingers moving gently beneath her shift.
“No, we don’t.” He paused at the foot of the bed. Damn, she was lovely.
Hair loosened, flowing over the bed in silken loops and whorls.
Curvy breasts spilling over her bodice, the hint of one darker pink areola.
White stockings ending midway up her thighs, cinched by pink ribbons. Legs spread. Fingers between her thighs.
One thin layer of muslin covering her sex from his gaze.
Blood rushing in his ears like surf against cliffs, heart pounding, cock granite hard and at the ready. He had Mina spread before him like a feast.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked. “You’re my adventure. I choose you. And you know.” She grinned. “If it’s not you, it will be some other wicked rake.”
The hell it would be. That was it. She was offering herself to him, offering him the chance to give her pleasure.
He could keep her at arm’s length—or he could wrap his arms around her and give her all of the pleasure and adventure she could handle.
His mind screamed at him to keep a safe distance, push her away.
His heart abandoned all of his defenses and pushed him over the edge, plunging him toward her.
“I’m going to make you cry my name when you come, Mina,” he said.
Her cheeks flushed to the color of a sunrise. “For someone who thinks he’s as cold as ice, you’re heating me through and through.”
“Not yet though,” he said. “Hands above your head. Clasp them together.”
