Chapter 10
Donna’s heart skipped a beat as she glanced at Blackwell studying the choices in the ice cream parlor. He was sculpted like a body builder, his hands were slightly rough and she knew he took care of himself, but he was way more handsome than any other man she’d ever seen. His dark hair, dark eyes and muscular build was somehow at odds with his being a duke.
He turned toward her in question. She held up her peppermint ice cream cone and smiled. “Blackwell, this one is delicious. You should try it.” She pried her gaze from his full lips, imagining them on her.
He spoke to the ice cream scooper in Italian before he said, “I want lemon instead.”
He had no idea how carnal her thoughts were. She’d never expected to find a man half as sexy in her bed, and, somehow, she had him. She
