That was the thing with flames-they didn’t care who they consumed. Blast! If she wasn’t careful, she’d be a pile of cinders by the end of the wretched dance. Isobel swallowed her gasp, her body going hot. Those full lips parted on a sharp inhale when he yanked her upright, a heated stare meeting hers as her hands gripped his waist…and a rigid length jutted into her belly. “Sorry, my lord, there must have been more…slickness.” “Oh, I do beg your pardon,” she said over her shoulder to the other couple before peering up at him, eyes wide and guileless. The momentum shoved her side into his hard chest. Careful not to call attention to her next move, she purposefully drifted off balance on the following turn, forcing them to almost collide with another couple, and let her knees buckle.

His eyes darkened at her use of his given name, and Isobel hid her smile. “It’s cute that you think this is a game, Winter.” Unhurriedly, she let her hand slide down his arm, shaping the well-defined muscle, and felt his entire body stiffen. He wasn’t immune from her touch, either, and that gave her power.

She’d be damned if she’d turn tail and run just because her shameless flirt of a husband could seduce a doornail. She didn’t come here to lose…or to go down without any semblance of a fight. Being dismissed by him in such a flippant way made her see red.Ĭhin up, she told herself fiercely. The never made Isobel’s spine snap straight. “You’ll never win, you know,” he taunted.

Amalie howard the rakehell of roth