Chapter 27

So the tense curse that left his chest meant nothing to her until he used the superior strength in his arms to bring her tumbling halfway back down to earth.

"I said slowly," he hissed at her. "I will not ravish you, Charlotte."

But she didn’t know the difference between fast and slow. Her own wild senses were ruling her actions; the sweet, tight pulse of desire was controlling the pace. The fingers she sent spearing into his neck so she could bring his mouth back to hers were fierce and urgent. "I want to be ravished," she whispered to him.

His kiss-heated lips twisted into a grim smile. "You don’t understand the concept, and I will not give you an excuse to accuse me of ravishing you once it is done and your conscience decides to torment you."

Her eyes widened in protest. "I wouldn't do that."

"You would," he insisted. "You want me, but you don’t want to want me; you have simply allowed yourself to forget that." In fact,’ he added, sending a sardonic gleam to her liquid green eyes,