Ambrose loved how her cheeks flushed. Dammit, he was finding it deuced difficult not to cause another outrageous scandal by hauling his wife over his shoulder and marching off like the barbarians of old.
“Perhaps we could . . .” she cleared her throat, “explore the library.”
He cast a faintly scandalized look her way. “I was unaware wives dragged their husbands off to ravish them in dark, secluded corners.”
“Smitten ones do,” she teased back.
A low groan rumbled in his throat at her suggestive tone. The intent in her eyes left him breathless. He did not even pretend that his control wasn’t long gone. It was. Along with his discipline. They all just scattered in the wake of Willow’s presence.
“I am thoroughly scandalized.”
“A novel experience, I’m sure,” she purred.
And then she was dragging him in the direction of the library—and he was happy to follow. Because he was sure there would be lovemaking, lots and lots of lovemaking.