Dante had no intention of waiting to hear her refusal as he drew her determinedly onto the dance floor the moment the musicians began to play a waltz. “You know perfectly well ‘we’ do not HAVE ‘a dance’!” Her eyes flashed her displeasure as she attempted to resist going into his arms. “Besides, I have already promised this dance to Lord Thorpe—” “Then his loss is my gain.” Dante gave that gentleman a hard and dismissive glance as he approached. “Now place your hand in mine and your other hand upon my shoulder—please, Sophia!” he bit out when he knew from the light of battle in her incredible green eyes that she was about to argue further. “Everyone is watching,” he warned softly, his sigh heartfelt when she at last moved reluctantly into his arms. Dante’s impatience, his desire for this woman, was now at such a pitch that he wished for nothing more at this moment than to whisk her out of the ballroom and up the stairs to her bedchamber above, where he would proceed to make love to her until she had no breath left with which to offer so much as a single one of the verbal set-downs she had shown him since he had dared to steal those kisses from her ten years ago.
What do You think about Some Like It Scandalous (2012)?
