He laughed, a warm, vibrant sound that sent another wave of heat flooding through my body. “That depends entirely on the person and the situation, but basically, yes. Especially when it comes to my family.”

“Huh.” I stepped inside and looked around. Like everything else in this place, the room was vast. There was a bathroom to the left, a seating area in the middle, and to the right, against the raw brick external wall, a bed big enough for six people to party in.

I couldn’t help but wonder if in the past six people had. He’d certainly had that sort of reputation during his youth, even if he’d apparently “calmed down” now that he was basically running his father’s empire alongside his sister.

My gaze returned to his. The desire so evident there made my knees buckle. “I notice you didn’t actually answer my question.”

He laughed and tugged me close to his warm, hard body. “Aside from my twin, I have three younger sisters and a younger brother.”

I rose onto my toes and brushed a kiss across his lips. “But only six bedrooms here?” I murmured. “That’s rather inconvenient for one sibling, isn’t it?”

“Rhiryd is the rebel in our family. He’s declared he has no intention of joining the family ‘business’ and has run off to some artist’s enclave in France, where he has multiple lovers of both sexes and, as of last week, one child on the way.”

A smile tugged at my lips. “So, while he’s not participating in the family business, he’s doing his best to enrich the family’s wicked and wanton reputation?”

“If that,” he murmured, his lips so close I could taste them, “is your roundabout way of asking if I have any children, then the answer is no. And I will not—not until I meet the woman with whom I’ll spend the rest of my life.”

Which wouldn’t be me, sadly. But I had him for now, and that was better than nothing. I kissed him urgently, with all the pent-up fire and hunger that had been building since the moment I’d spotted him on the street.

“I do so love a woman who unashamedly takes what she wants,” he murmured when he could.

“That’s good to hear, because right now she wants you badly, but you’re fully clothed, and all that material is just getting in her way.”

“That,” he said, with a rumbly and rather amused growl, “is easily fixed.”

He pressed his fingers against my shoulder and lightly pushed me back a couple of steps. Then, with agonizing but glorious slowness, he stripped off, until he was standing there naked. He was perfection itself, from the well-muscled planes of his chest to his washboard abs and the happy trail of dark hair that drew the eye to his long, thick, and oh-so-ready for action cock. Even his damn legs were perfect—long and lean, holding the muscular strength of a runner rather than a weightlifter.

I sighed in pleasure, and he raised an eyebrow, his expression lazily amused. “The offering meets with your approval?”