His hand, slow and warm, caressed her hair. "I will not take advantage of---"
"That is the most wrong, misguided argument you could make. I desire you, you desire me. I'm a widow. Will you presume to know what's best for me, to tell me what I want or need? To judge when I'm competent to make a decision and when I'm not?"
Oh, the terrible pleasure of hoisting an intelligent, honorable man on the twin petards of logic and respect. Axel could not deny her without disrespecting her wishes, as she'd been so brutally disrespected in the past.