Merde. His unsated body was in torment. Agony, actually, thanks to her heated words, her soft hot mouth. She’d unbalanced him in the worst way. His every impulse was to race after her, take her to her rooms and finish what they’d started. But he wouldn’t do it no matter how powerful the urge. Not until he’d collected himself and was back in control. Lifting his left hand, he opened his palm. A shiny gold key stared back at him, taken from the locket just before he’d handed it back to her. It was a victory, but it felt like an empty one. He had the key. But not the woman. And he wanted her too damned much. Her taste was still on his tongue. She tasted sweeter than any female he’d ever had. Sampling her had only stoked the fire. Having to wait several hours before he could be with her was torture in the extreme. Nicolas clenched the key tightly. At a full cock stand, his muscles taut, he shoved himself off the bookshelves and began to pace. She was insightful. A little too intuitive.
