Chapter Forty Seven

The air crackled with unspoken tension as they remained tangled on the bed.  Suzy's chest rose and fell rapidly beneath him, her cheeks flushed a fiery red.  Ryan, trapped between his own body heat and the close proximity of hers, felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.

"What are you doing in my shirt, Duchess?" he finally growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Suzy swallowed, her throat suddenly dry.  "It's… well," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I wasn't expecting us to share a room."

She blurted out the truth in a rush, hoping to explain herself before his anger flared.  "I packed my usual nightwear, but you… well, you don't seem particularly fond of those," she added, a hint of defiance creeping into her voice.  "Those flimsy things that barely cover anything."