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  The contact surged through him, all reason leaving. All he wanted, all he craved was more. More of this, more of her taste. More of her. He didn’t care where they were, had no sense of his surroundings. He was lost completely in her, in the feelings she evoked.

  She moaned when he kissed her deeper. The sound unleashed something inside him. Lifting her up, he wrapped her legs around his waist, supporting her full weight with his body before he took them both down to the ground.

  Her skirts tangled around their legs, but he didn’t push them away. He needed to feel her beneath him, to press every inch of his body against hers, even if they were both clothed. It was primal, and he couldn’t fight it. Hell, he didn’t want to fight it. Couldn’t hold back the need to bring them closer together.

  The air snapped, charged with the same energy that fueled them.

  He settled between her legs, shuddering at the tidal wave of pleasure. He swallowed her moans with his kiss, completely out of his mind to devour. To touch. To taste—

  The bush next to them rustled, jerking him out of the sensual haze. His elbows shot out to cage her head as he hunkered down, shielding her identity from prying eyes.

  She stilled beneath him, controlling her breathing as she strained to hear.

  After a few minutes, he relaxed and gently moved off her. He reached down for her hands, drawing her up beside him.

  “What was it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

  His eyes scanned the foliage surrounding them. “I’m not sure. I heard something in the bushes.”

  “Something or someone?”

  “I don’t know,” he said honestly. He wasn’t going to lie to her about that. As much as he wanted to relieve her fear, he wouldn’t be dishonest with her. “If I had to guess, I would say an animal.”

  Her body relaxed in relief. “Good.”

  She smiled up at him. How just one small smile affected him so much, he had no idea. But seeing joy in her eyes only made him want to put it there more.

  She dusted her skirts. “Shall we continue? Or is that enough for today?” Her eyes twinkled devilishly, and his body reacted. Minx.

  “I think there’s one more thing we need to cover today.”

  “Yes?”

  He stalked toward her, and her eyes hooded. He leaned down toward her ear as she shivered from the close contact, the movement feeding his ego, and whispered, “Shooting.”

  Laughter bubbled from her lips. “I asked for that.”

  “You really did.”

  He pulled a derringer out of his back pocket. “This weapon will suffice for now, but we’ll purchase one specifically for you. This is a more masculine design, but there are pistols made for ladies. It’s small and easily concealed in your reticule or skirts. The downside is that it only has one shot. And that shot must count. If it isn’t a critical hit, there is a very real chance your assailant will still be able to overpower you, despite the wound.”

  He taught her all about the weapon, how to shoot it, how to reload. After an hour, he was confident that she could hit a target, at least a still one. It was a start. “I think we’ve covered all we can today. You’ve done well.”

  “Thank you.” Her cheeks colored from the compliment. “I appreciate you taking the time to teach me.”

  He took her hand in his. “Knowing you have these skills eases my mind. If you’re ever in a situation where you need to defend yourself, you have that ability. We’ll practice each day, and your accuracy will increase as you become more comfortable with the weapon.”

  He didn’t release her hand, even when finished. He wasn’t ready to relinquish the connection. Threading their fingers together, they reentered the passage leading back to the library. Making sure the room was empty, he escorted her into the brightly lit space.

  The minute the panel closed, Henry entered the room. “A situation has developed, my lord.”

  Derek’s stomach dropped. “What kind of situation?” Henry glanced to Charlotte in question. “Speak freely.”

  “Lady Charlotte was seen in a compromising situation with you. The house is filled with the gossip. Lady Charlotte’s parents are waiting in your study to see what can be done.”

  Derek swore softly. This was all his doing. If he hadn’t kissed her, or if he’d been more careful, this never would have happened. He’d never been caught unaware in his career. “Tell them we’ll be there shortly.”

  Charlotte’s face lost all color. “Not an animal?”

  “No.”

  She spun away. “No, no. This cannot be happening.”

  “It is. It has,” he whispered. Uncertain eyes met his. “We’ll fix this.”

  He believed that with every fiber of his being. He would fix this. He would make this right. It was his brashness, his complete lack of control where Charlotte was concerned that had gotten them in this mess. There was only one thing to do—one course of action they could take to save her from ruin.

  As he followed Charlotte toward his study, his heart was lighter. She would be his. Only his. Forever.

  That thought pulled something primal from him. Satisfaction filled him. He wanted Charlotte. Hadn’t he needed to move on from this life anyway? She already knew his secrets. He’d never have to hide his past from her. He desired her. More importantly, he liked her. How many ladies of the ton could he say that about?

  Compromising her wasn’t the way he wanted to get a wife, but he wouldn’t argue the semantics.

  He was getting Charlotte.

  Chapter 14

  Charlotte dreaded each step she took toward the study. The one thing every young woman was warned against was a scandal of this magnitude. Perhaps if they’d realized they’d been seen…

  No, she couldn’t think like that. There would be no what-ifs in this situation. Just the grim facts. And the plain truth was, she was compromised. Ruined.

  “Oh, Mother,” Charlotte gushed when she saw her mother’s tears. “Please don’t cry, Mama.”

  “I’m sorry, darling. I’ll try to refrain.”

  Derek nodded to her rumpled father, a state she’d hardly ever seen him in. “My lord.”

  “Viscount Lawrence,” her father greeted grimly. “I’m afraid there’s no way to pussyfoot around the issue. You and Charlotte were seen in a compromising situation. If this is false, I will see that the person responsible for spreading such lies pays.”

  Derek’s chin notched up. “It’s true.”

  “I see.” Her father’s shaky legs lowered him to a chair. “I’m sorry for this. I really am. I know that you’ve done your best to protect her, that you’ve taken much upon yourself for her sake. I never wanted this to happen.”

  Charlotte’s heart clenched. She’d never disappointed her parents in her life. She couldn’t bear this, couldn’t stand their disappointment in her, her circumstances, or Derek. “It’s all right, Papa. We’ll work through this. I don’t know how we will fix this, but we will.”

  “We will marry.”

  Charlotte’s eyes jerked to Derek’s, her heart stuttering. “We’ll what?”

  Her father nodded in relief. “It’s best that way.”

  Derek didn’t glance in her direction. “I’ll make all the arrangements.”

  Panic set in. She jumped from her chair. “Now, wait just a moment. I never agreed to marry anyone.”

  “Dearest...” Her mother reached for her hand, but Charlotte jerked away from the gentle touch.

  “No. I will not be given away because of a scandal. I won’t be forced into a marriage that I don’t want and certainly not with a man who doesn’t want to marry me. Derek has done so much already. He’s protected me and taught me skills that might save my life one day. I will not repay him by forcing him to tie his life to mine.”

  Charlotte’s harsh breathing echoed in her ears as silence descended on the group. But she didn’t care what they had to say. Her mind was made up. She hadn’t wanted to marry for fortune, a better connection, or even for chil
dren. There was only one reason she wanted to marry, and that was for love.

  Loving him wasn’t enough.

  A yawning emptiness expanded within her, and she feared she’d be sick. A life with Derek but without his love…

  Her stomach clenched, her eyes meeting Derek. What she felt for him was more than she’d ever felt for another. But now all that was ruined.

  “Would you two allow me a moment of privacy with Charlotte, please?” Derek’s eyes never left hers even though he addressed her parents.

  Her father nodded. “We’ll be outside.”

  Neither spoke after her parents shut the door, just eyed each other warily.

  “I won’t do it, Derek. I can’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I don’t want to get married,” she lashed out. Couldn’t he tell how much this hurt her? How much she grieved over what might have been?

  “Ever?” His head cocked. “You don’t ever want to get married?”

  “Perhaps someday. When it’s right.”

  “And this isn’t right?”

  “No! Not in any way is this right. I won’t have you forced to marry me. I won’t allow it.”

  He took a hesitant step toward her, then another. “Do I look forced?”

  She snorted. “It sure felt forced in here a minute ago.”

  “Look at me.” He stood in front of her now, but she refused. “Look at me,” he said again, pulling her chin up with his finger. “I want you, Charlotte. If that wasn’t apparent outside on the grounds, I don’t know what else could convince you of that. I want you so much it hurts.”

  She gulped, feeling a tug of desire at his words, at the heated look in his eyes. “Wanting me isn’t enough. You can’t tell me you haven’t wanted other women before. Have you married them all?”

  Physical desire faded. Marrying for lust wasn’t enough. Oh, but for a moment she wished it were. Her body craved his. She wanted his lips on hers again. She wanted the feel of his body against her, but it wasn’t enough. It could never be. As he’d said, lust fades.

  “Yes, I’ve wanted other women. Before.” He placed a finger over her lips when she started talking. “But never like this. Never with a burning hunger I thought would consume me. I want you the second I wake up until the moment I fall asleep, and even then my dreams are haunted by you. I want you in my bed.”

  She closed her eyes at the visceral sensations his words caused, relishing each and every jolt for as long as she could. “It isn’t enough. That doesn’t last.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’ll tire of me. You’ll want others once the novelty fades.”

  “Would you, Charlotte? Would you move onto another?”

  She gasped. “No. I’d never do that.”

  “And neither would I. Charlotte, I care about you. I admire you. You’re strong, brave. Your mind is a sponge, greedy for any and all information. You’re determined. I’ve never respected another as I do you. I don’t know what our future holds, but we will be starting off with a lot more than others have.”

  His words affected her more than she’d like, weakening her resolve. He didn’t speak of love, but what he had said was more than she’d ever had with a man. “I feel the same about you,” she finally whispered.

  He took her hand, bringing her fingers slowly to his lips. “Then say yes. Say you’ll marry me. We’ll get through this and build a good life together.”

  His eyes pleaded with hers, and she ached. She wanted him so much. Maybe it was enough. Maybe his affection for her, while not yet love, could turn into more. Besides, what other option did she have? If she didn’t marry him, she was ruined. She’d never get another chance at love, at a family.

  Was it enough that she loved him?

  Derek was offering her more than she’d ever had, but would it be enough?

  Trying to read his eyes, she decided it had to be enough. She had to jump with faith, and hope she found what she needed in the end. Because she couldn’t let him go.

  She wanted him too much.

  Heaven help her, for she already loved him with a desperation, a depth he may never feel for her.

  Rising to her toes, she brushed her lips across his. “I will marry you.”

  “Yes!” He swept her into his arms and kissed her, sealing their promise.

  He didn’t let her change her mind. Sweeping her into his arms, he kissed her with all the passion she’d glimpsed in his eyes, and she fully surrendered to the feeling. Hoping, praying it would be enough.

  * * *

  Derek relished his good fortune when his eyes lit on Charlotte’s glittering form. The gypsy entertainers who had amused his guests so many times in the past had settled back on his land for a brief time, giving him the perfect opportunity.

  His domino mask in place, he joined the crowd gathered in the gardens. The party to celebrate their engagement had been thrown together quickly, but no expense had been spared. Not only had extra guests come in from London, but several local families had been invited as well. Situating the party on the terrace had been a stroke of genius by Lady Langston. They would have been forced outside by the heat of too many bodies, regardless.

  As their last night in the country, Derek had every intention of taking this moment to win over Charlotte. He could not allow her to retain her false conclusion that she’d been forced upon him.

  That couldn’t be further from the truth. He wanted her. Desperately. The fact that she’d been compromised had only enlightened him sooner about how much he needed her in his life.

  With their masks in place and the level of anonymity that came with them, he intended to show her how pleased he was with their circumstances.

  “May I have this dance?” he asked from behind her.

  She twirled toward him with a surprised laugh. “I would have never guessed that was you.”

  “I’ve learned to blend in.”

  Her arched brow was barely visible above her teal mask. “What an understatement,” she whispered.

  “Come.” He grinned, offering his hand.

  The gypsies played a lively tune, and while not everyone danced, there were enough doing so that it wouldn’t draw too much attention to them, which agreed with him very much.

  He twirled her into his arms, much too close, but no one seemed to mind.

  “Derek!”

  “Yes?”

  “You’ll cause a scandal.”

  “More than we’ve already done?” His mind filled with the delicious memory of Charlotte beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist.

  A giggle escaped as she looked around. No one glanced their way. “I guess it’d be hard to top that.”

  “Quite so.” He twirled them again, relishing every brush of her seafoam skirt against his body. Ten minutes. That was all he knew he’d last before whisking her away to a darkened corner.

  She sighed, tilting her head up toward the torchlit sky. “This is beautiful.”

  “Yes,” he said as he watched her eyes close in delight. She was so beautiful it hurt.

  “My mother was skeptical about the gypsies, but they’re perfect. Outside, the lighting, the buffet, music, all of it. It’s perfect.” Her sparkling eyes met his. “Thank you. I’m very lucky to have you.”

  At her words, he knew he’d been optimistic about the ten minutes part. As everyone basked in the mystical ambiance the night created, he maneuvered away from the crowd, pushing them deeper into the garden.

  “Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly.

  “To be alone.”

  She didn’t ask again, only quickened her footsteps.

  The minute he had her behind a tree, its trunk hidden by towering shrubs, he jerked her against him. Adrenaline shot through his veins as he relished the feel of her. He choked back a moan.

  No one had ever made him feel this way. As if he’d catch fire just being close to her, by touching her. He needed, craved.

  But before he could capture her lips,
she was on her toes, devouring his.

  He deepened the kiss, groaning when her tongue met his.

  He fisted her skirt, pulling her close, wanting to be ever closer. Sensations fought through him, ripping at his control. His hands dove in her hair, and the pins holding her curls in place scattered. Golden tendrils cascaded to her waist, and he groaned in pleasure as silky tresses caressed his fingers.

  This was too much. Too much sensation, too much want.

  Too much love.

  He broke the kiss in surprise, his wide eyes locking with hers. Is that what this was? Love?

  His heart thumped strong in his chest as assurance filled him. He loved her. With his whole heart. He’d cared about her from the start, had certainly wanted her, but he’d never guessed his feelings had progressed that far.

  But why not? Hadn’t he always planned to love the lady he’d one day take to wife?

  Joy filled him as he pulled her to him slowly now, his eyes still holding hers. His lips hovered above hers for a moment, torturing them both, letting sensation build.

  When his lips brushed against hers, desire flared, fueled by something richer, deeper. It overwhelmed him.

  “Charlotte...”

  She jerked still as if she knew what his heart wanted to say.

  “Charlotte, I—”

  “Wait.” Her shoulders bunched with tension, and he realized she wasn’t listening to him, but to footsteps on the path.

  Derek wanted to kill whoever was out there. He wasn’t proud of that fact. He’d always been able to temper his anger, but he didn’t want anyone intruding on this moment. But short of walking out from the bushes and exposing them, there wasn’t anything he could do but wait until they left.

  A woman giggled as a man whispered something to her.

  Derek rolled his eyes. Thwarted by another couple’s rendezvous.

  “Possibly,” the woman agreed coyly. “We’ll have to see.”

  The man laughed. “You wouldn’t make me wait, would you, love?”

  “Only all night,” she teased. “How long would you wait for me?”

  “As long as it took,” the man growled, but Derek heard the edge in it and latched onto the voice. The man was truly annoyed.