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“Plan what? Make you more obssessed with me?” Before she could answer, he tipped her chin. “Absolutely.” And then he was kissing her, his desire for her so strong it was as if they hadn’t just made love an hour ago.
When he pulled away, she was torn between infatuation and disgruntlement as she stared up at him.This. Duke. So. Infuriatingly. Beautiful.
“Stop glaring at me.” He pulled her close, her back against his chest. Taking her hand, he nipped one finger at a time.
Her skin tingled in awareness at the gesture, but she was more concerned now. Rathe Wellesley was the last man on earth to be accused of being guilty of too much PDA. The fact that he was doing so now only meant one thing.
“What’s wrong?”
Instead of answering, he let go of her hand, placing it on his thigh. He reached for her papers, which had been left neglected for the past hour. “You’ve been memorizing this?”
She turned red.
“Shouldn’t you be working on something else? Something to do with your studies perhaps?”
She mumbled, “I just want to be sure I don’t embarrass you again.”
Over her head, Rathe asked casually, “Are you per chance referring to the time you introduced Lady Grohler to Ms. Petersen?”
She covered her ears. “I’mnothearing anything.”
Rathe took off her hands. “Sothat’swhat made you study this list, didn’t you?” He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “It’s not your fault you weren’t aware Ms. Petersen and Lady Grohler are both after the same man.”
“B-but I was the only one whodidn’tknow—-”
“It’s not your fault you’re the only one as well who’s smart enough not to read our tabloids.”
Her shoulders slumped. “It’s still inexcusable.” Twisting around to look up at him, she hesitated then slowly stroked his cheek. “Enough dilly-dallying, though, Your Grace.”
His lips twitched.
She didn’t let herself get sidetracked even though she badly wanted to smile back. “Tell me what’s wrong. P-please?”
For a moment, Rathe could only look at her. They had only been with each other for a few months and yet she knew him so well already. Why the bloody hell did she have to be sixteen years younger than him?
“Rathe?”
He said flatly, “My parents are back from Russia. I think it’s time we do what we came here for.”
