"She leaned forward, her expression determined. "Do you mean to sleep with me tonight?" He looked at her. She was like a dog that would not leave a bone. She sat across from him in his mother's old yellow dress- the same dress she'd worn ever since he'd risen from his sickbed. He couldn't wait to clothe her in brocades and velvets. To present her with everything she deserved as his duchess. Now her rose-pink lips were pressed into a line as she awaited his answer, her brows drawn together. She watched him very seriously. And , he wanted to kiss her. To pull her from her chair and taste her sweet mouth again. To make love to her until she gasped and panted."