Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa Dare

Author:Tessa Dare [Dare, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯), Romance
ISBN: 9780062240125
Amazon: 0062240129
Goodreads: 15724338
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

In Griff’s head alarm bells were sounding by the hundreds. He shouldn’t have this conversation. Hell, he shouldn’t even be here with her alone. But he needed to be with someone right now. And by God, she needed to hear this.

“It wasn’t you,” he said again.

“So the books do exaggerate,” she said.

“I’m not saying that, either.”

Her nose crinkled. “I’m so confused.”

“That’s because there are no simple answers. Can it be divine bliss? Yes. Can it be a dismal trial? Yes. It’s like conversation. With the wrong person, it can feel forced, perfunctory. Boring as hell. But sometimes you find someone with whom the discussion just flows. You never run out of ideas. There’s no awkwardness in honesty. You surprise each other and yourselves.”

“But how do you find that person without . . . conversing all over town?”

Griff gave a dry laugh. “What a question. Find the answer and bottle it, and you’ll have the most successful shop in England. I might even queue up myself.”

He had “conversed” with many women in his life, and he wasn’t proud of it. Oh, he had been proud of it once, and the women themselves had few complaints. But he’d come to realize it was a cold thing, when the best you could say of a bed partner wasn’t “I love you” or even “I’m fond of you,” but merely “I despise you a bit less than I despise myself.”

But he meant what he’d said at the foundling home gates. He liked this woman. He could talk with her, as he hadn’t talked with anyone in ages. And any man who’d let her go was a goddamned fool.

He reached for her, framing her sweet face. He traced her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “I don’t have many answers, but I can tell you this much. It wasn’t you.”

He approached her, feeling the darkness compress and heat up between them.

“Griff.” Her hand went to his wrist. “I wasn’t asking for this.”

“I know.” He leaned in, tilting his head for the kiss. The anticipation of her taste set his pulse racing.

“But—”

“Simms. You asked the question. Don’t interrupt when I’m making a point.”

He hovered an inch above her lips . . . then reconsidered. A kiss wasn’t what she needed. A kiss gave her too much room to hide. She needed to see him, see herself and how beautiful, how sensual, she was.

He ran his hands over the curves of her body, tracing them through her dressing gown. Her little gasp of pleasure thrilled him.

“I think I had a dream that went like this,” she whispered. “Just last night.”

“Don’t tell me that.” The vision of her dreaming fitfully beneath white sheets . . .

“What should I tell you, then? That you’re the most attractive man I’ve ever known, and the mere scent of your cologne sets fire to my petticoats?”

“You should tell me to go to the devil.” His hands went to the ties of her dressing gown. He paused, one finger looped in the corded sash.

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