“A pleasure, I’m sure, my lady,” he murmured.
The dolt wasn’t going to take the bait. Well, two could play at that game. “Charmed, I’m sure.” Without waiting for his response, she set down the book and got up, moving to the window, her back to him.
Drat it all, but she was keenly aware of his presence as he walked up behind her. “So,” his voice floated over her skin, causing her to shiver. “We’re to be married.”
“So it would seem.” She kept her eyes trained on the garden but his right hand came to rest on the glass obstructing her view and his body leaned in so close she could feel his heat. If she hadn’t been certain he was a rake before, she knew it now. No gentleman would take such liberties.
“Seem? You don’t think we’ll marry?” There was a laugh in his voice. “Well, this is an interesting twist.”
“Do you want to marry me?” They were getting to the heart of things rather quickly. Tabbie took a deep breath. It was important to make herself clear.
“Please don’t take it personally. I don’t want to marry anyone.” His breath tickled her ear. It would truly help if he backed up.
“I understand entirely,” she replied, and she did. A rake was as unappealing to her as a wallflower likely was to him. Though she appreciated him not coming out and saying it.
“But an earl would make a good catch for you, so I am puzzling out your resistance.” His hand brushed the small of her back in a gesture that was entirely inappropriate and ruining her concentration.
Picking her next words carefully, she took a deep breath. “I make no assumption that I shall find love, but I would prefer a husband that wanted my company.”
“Lady Tabitha, turn around,” he commanded. She hesitated for a second and then it was as though her feet had a mind of their own as she turned to finally look at him. Catching her breath, her eyes devoured his face. He was even more handsome this close with strong cheekbones and full lips that tilted in the slightest smile. They looked soft and enticing and she reached her gloved hand up as though to touch her fingers to them.
She was a woman who always had her wits about her. But in this moment, she couldn’t put a single thought together as he too assessed her.
“Now we are having an actual conversation.” One of his eyebrows arched up.
“Really? I preferred when I faced the window,” she mumbled, lowering her hand. She blinked and looked away, trying to call her wayward body back to heel.
“And why is that?” His voice was so close. His lips enticing as they twitched with amusement.
“Must every woman in England tell you?” She turned away again.
* * *
Surprise rippled through Luke for at least the third time since he had entered the room. Lady Tabitha was a known wallflower, that was a fact, but how could she be that blasted pretty and not be noticed? Granted her features erred on the side of sweet rather than seductive, luminous blue eyes, thick wavy auburn hair that looked barely contained by pins. He wondered what it might look like spread across a crisp white pillow.
Her nose was tiny and adorable with a little sprinkling of freckles. He had the distinct urge to kiss each one as he counted them. As she stood facing the window, he assessed the curve of her backside, which he declared delightfully perfect.
While she wasn’t tall, as was currently in fashion with the ton, she looked just the right size to fit against him. Her curves softening his hard edges in all the best ways.
He tried to decide what he might ask her first. What should every woman in England tell him? He already knew Lady Tabitha was referring to his looks. But what had she meant before about him not liking her? “Why would you think I wouldn’t want your company?”
She turned back to him then, surprise written on her adorable features. “I would have thought it obvious.”
“To you perhaps, but I would enjoy being enlightened.” His hand drifted to her hip. It was less than appropriate but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Despite being a known rake and a member of the Wicked Earls’ Club, he had boundaries. He kept his attention to women who understood what it meant for a man to be a rake. Widows, light skirts, and the like. Generally, he stayed far away from young ladies of marriageable age. And when forced into their company, he kept his hands firmly to himself. The last thing he needed was to encourage a marriage minded mama.
He asked himself why Lady Tabitha was different. Perhaps because he thought they would marry after all? But no, that wasn’t it. It seemed to be that he wanted to touch her. He couldn’t remember the last time he desired to touch a woman this much.
“Well, I am a wallflower to begin. Everyone knows it.”
“You chose to be so. Leaving balls as early as possible, declining dances till men stopped asking. Flaying the few men who persist with your tongue.”
“That was only Lord Carrington. He was rather rude.” Her chin tilted up to a jaunty angle and he had to grin.
She had real spirit. Luke couldn’t help but admire it. He wondered if she were this feisty in bed. Delicious heat curled in his loins at the thought.
“Good for you. Now continue, why wouldn’t I want your company?”
“Well, I spend my time feeding the homeless and helping at orphanages.” She raised her eyebrows, as though that meant something. Her hand came to her other hip. Even with his large hand encircling her waist, she had spirit. He found that he liked it immensely.
“Yes?” His voice rumbled and he saw color rise in her cheeks. What was she thinking?
“What do you spend your days doing, my lord?”
Surprise again flitted across his features. The little chit was judging him. What was more, she had found him to be lacking. It was he who was supposed to reject her. “Why you little…”
“Tut tut.” She raised her finger between them and he had the absurd urge to kiss it, lick it. Mayhap give it a little nibble. “You don’t want to marry me either, remember.”
“With a tongue like that--” he started but he saw the hurt cross her face. Her luscious lips turned down at the corners, her eyes crinkled and her shoulders dropped. Then she straightened back up. He admired her tenacity and a little guilt wiggled through him that he had made her feel such. Truly he didn’t mind a little banter; in fact, he quite enjoyed it. A woman with no spark would be dull indeed and he shouldn’t have said it.
“But you’re right about neither of us wanting to marry. What do you propose?”
Her frown turned to a glowing smile in a second and he basked in the warmth. It lit her face, making him smile in return. “I’m so glad you agree. I can’t ruin our relationship. I’ll never socially recover. But you, you’re a known rake. You could be caught tupping a maid or--”
His body clenched and damn it all to hell if his cock didn’t swell at the word tupping coming from her full sweet lips. If only he could tup her. The swell of her hips begged for his other hand. “Did you just suggest I tup a maid?”
“Yes, but you must be caught.” She gave him an eager nod.
“This is your plan?” His eyebrows lifted as he assessed her.
One of her fingers rested on her bottom lip as she considered him. He wanted to replace that finger with his mouth. But she seemed unaware of how she was affecting him as she spoke. “My parents only told me of your visit this morning. I am sure they didn’t want me to have much time for planning.”
His eyebrows rose higher. “Do you scheme often?”
“Only when necessary.” Her tone implied that should be obvious. He tried to hide his grin. Damned if she wasn’t interesting.
“You are a lady, how do you even know what tupping is?”
“You’d be amazed what you here when by the wall.” She gave him another sparkling grin. Her eyes danced with a merriment that was infectious.
“You do realize whatever maid I was caught with would be sacked.” He crossed his arms then but immediately regretted it. He missed her heat under his hand, the feel of her body.
B
ut he had to stop thinking this way. While this entire conversation had been far more entertaining than he’d ever dreamed possible, it would probably be best to put it to an end.
“Drat.” Her little slippered foot stomped on the plush carpet. He’d like to see that foot, and the calf attached to it. Perhaps he’d slide her skirt higher up her thigh until he….
“Lady Tabitha, you’ve been over by that window for far too long. Please come back to the settee,” her chaperone called.
“Keep thinking of ideas.” Her gloved hand rested upon his lapel covering his pin emblazoned with the W. His body clenched again and his fingers itched to return to her hip. “We must come up with a plan quickly. Meet me in the library tonight at the stroke of twelve so that we may decide what to do.”
It was a terrible idea. If caught, there would be no escaping marriage. But, it was also exceedingly fun and the last thing he had ever expected from this meeting today. And so, he was absolutely going.
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