The Devilish Pleasures of a Duke (The Boscastles #6)

“I want you to kiss me,”

“Just once,” Emma whispered, her voice skeptical, unsteady.

He drew her tightly into his arms, ignoring her whispered protests. Emma’s lips tingled in expectation as his lips brushed her mouth. Pleasure lanced like sunlight through her senses, her confusion.

“Lord Wolverton,” she said, unable to subdue another shiver, “this cannot be good for your health.”

His tongue encircled hers, a slow tease of sensation that intensified her breathless pleasure. “Believe me, it is.”