The man chuckled softly upon hearing her words, gently pinching her waist, "Hmm... a heating pillow, barely passable,"
He leaned down and bit her cheek lightly, leaving two faint teeth marks as his deep laughter rolled out from his throat, "How are you so adorably haughty? It's so cute it makes my heart itch, and I can hardly resist pinning you down on the bed and spoiling you."
Amelia, "..."
The more he spoke, the more it descended into risqué banter, with hardly a few sentences before his mouth ran riot with innuendos.
Her cheeks were flushed with either the mark of his bite or his teasing words; indignant, she lifted her eyes from his embrace to glare at him, "Daniel Cooper, can you be any more proper in public?"
He looked at her with subdued eyes, seriously saying, "If I'm proper, will you come home with me?"
