" I'm perspiring." He had only just now realized that he was likely ruining her gown. "I was training." He tried to push her away, but she only brought his mouth to hers.
"Yes, I know. I saw. It's why I'm rather in a hurry."
So the look she had given him hadn't been censure after all. She had been fighting her desire for him. It was as plain as day in her eyes. He laughed, and the beast in him slipped the reins, clawing at her clothing as he tried to find her beneath it. "

― Harper St. George , The Devil and the Heiress (The Gilded Age Heiresses, #2)