Her Wicked Proposal: The League of Rogues, Book 3

by Lauren Smith

  She’d learned firsthand that men had but one goal, to pleasure themselves, often at a woman’s expense. But Cedric’s kiss had promised something different. It had teased, then instructed and then encouraged her to seek her own pleasure from him. He’d then said that he would only marry her if she promised to respond to him like that. He wanted a willing bed partner, a willing lover.

  To Anne that meant he wanted a woman who would seek her pleasure back and not expect the man to leave when he alone was satisfied. That kiss told her Cedric would be a generous lover, one who would care for her passion in return. As nervous as she was about her future wifely duties, somehow that kiss had rekindled a fire that had died when she was eighteen. That was why she had agreed to this.

  Horse hooves pounded on the driveway and the clatter of carriage wheels jolted Anne out of her musings. Cedric was here. Her heart gave a traitorous flutter, and her hands trembled.

  She hastened away from the door and ran up the stairs to the parlor, where she checked her appearance in the small framed looking glass. She studied her face with a frown. Her cheeks, too sallow from her grief in the past week, made her look exhausted to the point of ghoulish. With a muttered curse she pinched her cheeks, hoping to liven up her coloring. Then she smoothed her brown hair back, relieved to see the hints of gold still there when the sunlight hit it just right. Her hair made her passably pretty, as did her eyes, but she was nothing compared to the ladies she’d seen Cedric spend time with over the years. True beauties.

  She sighed, her heart stinging. Then she froze.

  What am I doing? He cannot even see me.

  She could probably wear a cloth sack and he’d never know unless he touched her…

  But he would touch her. The very thought of how he might do that made her body flush and suddenly she was a little dizzy. Taking a seat in a wingback chair in the parlor close to the front entrance, she waited. A minute or so later a footman announced Baron Lennox and Viscount Sheridan’s arrival. As she had been expecting him, she’d given the footman orders to bring them to the parlor directly.

  Lord Ashton Lennox entered first, his left arm dropping from Cedric’s side as though neither man wanted her to see he’d been guiding Cedric like a child on leading strings. Anne rose at once and smiled at them as she approached. She took Cedric’s outstretched hand and without a word led him to a chair.

  “I am glad to see you are in good health, Lord Lennox,” Anne remarked.

  Ashton chuckled pleasantly. “Thank you. I ought to have made my apologies again for the nature of our last meeting.” Anne had to admit, Lennox was quite dashing when he wasn’t gazing at someone with that frightening intensity she so often saw him use. It was as though he was analyzing everyone and everything around him—for what purpose, she could only guess.

  “I take it you have fully recovered?” Anne asked, thinking back to last December when she’d seen Ashton at Emily’s house, bleeding from a gunshot. He’d been wounded while he and Godric had been at a house of ill-repute. Given the time of day, and the happily married status of the Duke of Essex, Anne suspected there was something more behind why the men had gone to the Midnight Garden midmorning, and it had nothing to do with bedding women.

  It was an awkward thing to see Lennox again after she’d seen him bare-chested. Under other circumstances that might have been considered compromising. Thankfully, they’d been at the Duke of Essex’s house and Emily wouldn’t have breathed a word to anyone about what happened. Still, Anne wasn’t going to forget seeing Ashton’s bare, muscled chest, wound or no. It made her wonder what Cedric’s bare chest would look like…

  Heat crept into her cheeks. When Ashton raised a brow, she glanced away until he spoke.

  “I have, thank you. May I offer my condolences on your father’s passing?” Ashton was ever the gentleman, and Anne smiled warmly at him.

  “Thank you. He is greatly missed. And how are you, Lord Sheridan?” Anne turned to Cedric, who had been silently facing her. His once vibrant and warm brown eyes were blank, but the rest of his face held the nuances of his expressions. He looked intense and focused with his brows knit together. She couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about.

  “I am well, and you?” he replied.

  “Very well.” Damn, this was all too formal. But what had she expected? She had put so much effort into pushing him away the last few years that bridging that gap to form a friendship seemed almost impossible. She also feared that if she showed any warmth toward him he’d treat her motives with suspicion and not trust her when she asked for his help.

  Cedric cleared his throat. “As my letter informed you, I have procured the special license and set a date at St. George’s five days hence. Is that amenable to you? I do not wish to rush you if you need time to have a gown made or…” His voice trailed off.

  It was clear he had no knowledge of a woman’s requirements for a wedding. Fortunately for the both of them, she was going to wear a gown she already owned and did not desire any unnecessary amount of fanfare.

  “A Saturday wedding will be lovely,” Anne assured him.

  The subtle lines of tension about his mouth relaxed. “Good. That is good. Oh, I mustn’t forget. Godric has invited me to dine with him this evening, and I believe Emily will be sending you an invitation shortly. I hope you will consent to come.”

  She was surprised by his eagerness, though he quickly struggled to veil it in his expression.

  “I will be happy to come, of course,” she answered.

  Emily St. Laurent, the Duchess of Essex, was Anne’s close friend. When Anne had been eighteen, she’d had her come-out in London and met Emily’s mother. The lovely Mrs. Parr had helped her enter society smoothly. Anne had vowed to return the favor for Mrs. Parr’s daughter when Emily’s parents had been lost at sea over a year ago.

  Of course, Anne had little actual time introducing Emily to London because Godric, Cedric, and the other rogues he called his friends had abducted the poor girl on her second night coming out in London society.

  None of that mattered now, however. Emily had tamed the darkly handsome Godric, and the two were so madly in love that Anne was often sad and jealous when she had to be around them. Admitting that wasn’t something she was proud of, but it was the truth. She did envy her friend for her happiness, but she was also glad Emily was so blessed.

  Tonight she could dine with them and enjoy the glow of her own upcoming wedding. She and Cedric may not be in love, but they seemed to share an equal eagerness for their marriage and that in itself was a pleasant surprise.

  “Oh, Cedric, I’ve just realized I’ve left my riding gloves in the carriage. I will go and fetch them.” Ashton rose quickly and departed the room, leaving Cedric and Anne alone.

  “Did he just make up an excuse to abandon me?” Cedric started. Anne stifled an uncharacteristic giggle.

  “I believe he did…”

  “Does he think we’re too stupid to realize he came in a coach and therefore has no need for riding gloves?” Cedric stood up as he spoke and held out a hand toward her. “May I sit with you?”

  “Oh. I’m in a chair. If you wish, I could come to you on the settee?” Anne offered.

  “I would like that.” He sat back down and waited for her to join him.

  Anne took a seat next to him and was startled when Cedric reached into his coat pocket for a small velvet box.

  “This was one of my mother’s favorite rings. I would like for it to be yours.” He opened the box and Anne gasped. The ring was lovely. A stone was nestled there, a gem that seemed to change color in the light.

  “It’s beautiful! What gemstone is that?” Anne asked.

  “It’s a very rare gem found in Russia. It changes colors by reflecting whatever shades are closest to it. It reminded me of your eyes. I think I chose it for that reason rather than buy you a new ring. Do you like it?” />
  “Yes.” Her voice was a little broken. She felt her eyes welling with tears. He’d remembered her gray eyes and the odd way they reflected colors. For some reason that alone put her on the verge of crying.

  “Shall I put it on for you?” Cedric offered.

  “Please.” She put her hand on top of one of his and he took it, his thumb stroking the length of each of her fingers, as though counting them before he reached her ring finger. Then he plucked the ring from the velvet box and slid it on her finger. It fit perfectly, she noted with a shy happiness.

  “I…” Cedric shrugged off his words and Anne had the feeling he wanted to say something more, but they were not friends, not lovers and not married. They were mere acquaintances, which felt enough like strangers for all intents and purposes, and she supposed he didn’t feel comfortable speaking freely with her yet.

  “Thank you for the ring, my lord.”

  “Anne, we’re about to get married…please call me Cedric.” The plaintive note in his voice made her agree.

  She tried the name aloud. “Cedric.” She’d said it often enough around Emily but never in Cedric’s presence. She liked the sound of it almost as much as she liked the sound of her own name on his lips. It brought unbidden desires to her mind. Would he whisper her name hoarsely in the darkness as he came to claim her? Would he roar it like a lion? After her only experience of intimacy with a man, she’d been hurt and frightened, but now she was intrigued and excited. She was physically responding to the mere thought of Cedric bedding her.

  Cedric seemed to reconsider his silence and opened his mouth to speak when a footman at the parlor door interrupted him.

  “There’s an invitation for you, madam, and I have a message for Lord Sheridan from Lord Lennox. He regrets that he must take the carriage and see to a personal matter immediately.”

  “He what?” The look of panic on Cedric’s face was startling. Anne realized the dread he must have felt at being forced to travel the city alone. It must be dangerous too.

  “Thank you, John. I’ll take the message.” Anne quickly rose and took the offered note and the footman left.

  “Is everything all right?” Anne asked Cedric as he got to his feet. His eyes stared vaguely in the direction of the door, anxiety plain on his face.

  “He left me…” Cedric’s voice, although a low masculine timbre, still held the frightened waver of a little boy.

  Anne’s chest tightened at the sight of him, the mighty rake fallen so low. Rather than revel in Cedric’s plight as she might have once, she felt only compassion. He’d agreed to rescue her from her situation, and it was only fair that she do the same for him. But she would have to do it in a manner that was less obvious. Anne knew enough about men to know that they hated being taken care of like children.

  “If Lord Lennox does not return with your coach in a few hours, I would be most appreciative if you would accompany me in mine to the St. Laurent house for dinner. It would be most convenient. I don’t wish to trouble my lady’s maid to accompany me just for the brief duration of a carriage ride.”

  Cedric looked calmer, her suggestion working wonders on his anxiety. His shoulders, which had been bunched up tight, dropped back down and he took a deep breath.

  “I would be delighted, but as you can see…I am not in my evening clothes. I need to return to my house to change.”

  “I do not take long to prepare. I could be ready in an hour, and we could take my carriage to your house before we continue.” Anne prayed he could hear the hope in her tone.

  “That would be…acceptable,” he answered after a moment.

  “I appreciate that you can offer me an escort. Now would you care to wait here in the parlor while I go and get dressed for this evening?”

  “Is that the proper thing? I must confess I’m dreadful at following the rules of propriety. I would much rather stand in your bedchamber listening to the sounds of silk rustling against your skin as you slip the gown on…but I am certain that you would not allow that.” Cedric chuckled. “You might think I’ve faked my blindness these past few months just for that opportunity.” His sensual lips were parted for his laughter, and Anne could feel herself blushing madly. Thank goodness he couldn’t see her face.

  “I’ve struck my fair lady speechless!” he teased as Anne scowled at him. His lady? Not yet. Lucky for him he could not see her, otherwise he would have realized he was in trouble.

  “Are you always going to be so…” Anne trailed off, lacking a word that could encompass his behavior.

  “Wicked?” he suggested with a cocky grin.

  “Yes,” Anne replied as she started to walk past him. Cedric’s hand reached out and bumped her forearm before his hand anchored itself to her wrist.

  “What are you doing?” Anne demanded as he reeled her into his embrace.

  “I thought it was customary to seal an engagement with a kiss.”

  Anne’s body flared treacherously to life at his words, but she resisted.

  “You kissed me yesterday. Besides, kissing is only for the wedding,” Anne argued, jerking against the steely muscled arms that locked around her waist, securing her against him.

  “Only the wedding? I don’t know who instructed you in the ways of desire, but they were either a fool or an idiot,” Cedric said in a husky voice.

  Anne stared up at his brown eyes focused distantly on her face, as though he knew instinctively how tall she was. He shifted one of his hands from her waist and let it slide up along the black crepe gown she wore. The heel of his palm brushed the side of her left breast and she shivered.

  Cedric’s eyes narrowed as he repeated the motion, moving his palm a few inches inward, stroking the crepe fabric only few inches away from the tip of her breast. To her mortified fascination her nipples hardened, as though desperate for his touch. Anne tried to pull away, but Cedric’s intense look held her in place as his hand resumed its original path up her side and along her shoulder. His fingertips ran a slow line up her throat and along the line of her jaw to reach her chin.

  Anne felt as though she was an uncharted foreign land. Cedric’s fingertips were memorizing the contours of her country for his own private map. When he discovered her lips he traced them, and then parted them with the pad of his thumb. Anne reacted without thinking and nipped him with her teeth.

  “Bite me anywhere, anytime, my little hellion,” he purred as his head descended toward hers.

  Anne was only too aware that she was imprisoned by the strength of his arms. She was no tiny, delicate creature. Anne had a full figure with muscles and curves she’d often despised, but she’d never before taken for granted her natural strength. Being unable to escape Cedric was both infuriating and strangely arousing. He would never force her to his bed, he’d said, but it was obvious he wasn’t about to sit idly by and wait for her to come to him. He took her by surprise and established his dominance over her like a stud stallion with a broodmare. She knew he would not stop until he’d mated his body to hers. The dark turn of her thoughts was obliterated by the meeting of their mouths.

  Cedric tasted her gently for the first few seconds, as though learning the shape of her mouth, before he let loose his rough passion. He dug a hand into her hair, fisting his fingers in her coiffure, and tugged, forcing her head to fall back and leave her mouth and neck at his mercy.

  Anne’s hands were trapped at her sides, clenched into fists, then unclenched as Cedric’s mouth sucked on her earlobe, then moved to the sensitive skin just beneath it. She fought off a shiver as tingles shot down the length of her spine as his lips moved in slow, hot kisses.

  “Melt for me, love,” he encouraged between breaths. Anne felt the instinctive need to obey, but her mind threw up a red flag in warning.

  “Can’t.” Her voice was breathless as she fought the pleasure she could feel rising deep inside her.

  “Yes, you can�
��be wicked with me, Anne.”

  Cedric’s hands in her hair loosened and cupped her neck, holding her still so his mouth could wander back to hers.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded before slanting his mouth over hers again. She refused to open, and he slid his fingers around her left breast and pinched her nipple sharply. The sensation shot a fierce desire straight to her womb. She gasped. Cedric swallowed the sound of her shock with a deep growl of satisfaction as his tongue invaded her newly opened lips.

  Anne jerked in his grasp, but he refused to surrender his control of her. He kneaded her breast, cupping it, shaping it with his strong hand. Anne’s knees buckled rebelliously.

  Cedric released her as abruptly as he’d captured her. “I will tame you yet.”

  Anne pulled away, putting several feet of distance between them. Once they were married she would have to be careful; she couldn’t allow him to paw at her and control her with her own passions. She’d vowed to come to his bed willingly, but now she feared she’d been too brave to assume she could manage it without losing herself. When Cedric kissed her it seemed to undo her from the inside out. When his lips meshed with hers she felt time rewind itself to that first night she’d seen him.

  She’d been so young and foolish then, ready for love and marriage and a sweet life. Anne shook her head to clear it of sad memories and noticed Cedric flash her a mocking smile full of satisfaction.

  “No doubt when we marry you think to take up the habit of hiding from me, Anne, but know this—I may be blind, but my other senses leave me quite capable of finding you. Each move you make I’ll hear the rustle of your skirt, or catch the lingering scent of your perfume. I will make you mine all the more fiercely. Now go and change for dinner before I decide to scandalize you and follow you to your chambers.”

  Anne needed no second warning. She was out of the parlor and rushing up to her room in seconds, but she couldn’t escape the echo of his laughter. They’d fought a battle of wills, and she only realized now that she had lost. Cedric was far more cunning than she’d assumed. He was not outwardly a scholarly type or a businessman, but he had a wealth of carnal knowledge that had put her at a disadvantage today.