The musicians began a celebratory waltz, and he moved them to the center of the floor. It felt like they had crossed an entire ocean in between their last dance and this one. And perhaps they had in a symbolic sense.

Rhystan knew times ahead could be difficult, that there would be those who might look down their noses at such a match, but a wise soon-to-be-relative had recently told him that scandal was just noise. They would weather those storms together.

With a shout of joy, he spun her around, and she laughed, the uninhibited sound making him want to kiss her again. But the kiss he had in mind wasn’t one for the ballroom.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked when her toes touched the floor again.

“Because I want to kiss you.”

Answering flames flared in her eyes. “Then kiss me.”

He gave a husky laugh. “If I kiss you now, Sarani dearest, I won’t stop, and the day the duke ravished his beautiful bride and tossed her skirts over her head in a ballroom in Mayfair will be fodder for the gossip rags until the end of time.”

“I expect those drawings will be quite scandalous,” she said, blushing. “Maybe they will make your shoulders twice as broad and your muscles twice as large, though I’m sure certain parts of you won’t require any…padding.”

Certain parts of him went as hard as stone.

“Fuck,” he groaned and dragged her toward him to disguise his erection.

“You say that word far too much for a toplofty duke,” she teased. “It’s vulgar and common, Your Grace, and offending to a lady’s delicate sensibilities.”

“Then you should stop provoking me.” He shunted his hips into her belly, eliciting a gasp from her. “And the only thing delicate about you is the most succulent pair of silky brown nip—”

Cheeks flaming, she shoved her fingers against his mouth. “You are wicked, Your Grace.”

“Categorically.”

Desire lit her eyes, the gold flecks in them burning like hot embers, and Rhystan couldn’t help wondering if she was as wet as he was hard. His mouth watered with the urge to strip her bare, until she was clothed in nothing but her beautiful, luminous skin.

Wasn’t this dance over yet? He had new plans to drag her to an empty room and see for himself. Preferably with his tongue. He was so caught up in his fantasy that he didn’t realize she had spoken until her laughter reached his ears.

“Having fun?” Sarani asked with an altogether wanton, knowing smile. Her eyes had gone dark and her cheeks were warm, too, as though she’d been imagining similar things. To his utter alarm, he felt his face flush, and his beautiful fiancée’s smile widened. “I sincerely hope you’ll share those thoughts with me later.”