point. “Gentlemen of society do not like ordinary ladies, or ladies with opinions and a modicum of intelligence, and most certainly not ladies with simple but unbending expectations.”
“You are intelligent…even shrewd, and I shall discover your expectations, but you are no ordinary lady,” he said, “I am astonished you should believe it to be so.”
Warmth fluttered through her heart that he would think her shrewd. And he said it with such admiration too. “Of course, I do not consider myself ordinary, but I daresay gentlemen of the ton do.”
She flashed him a deliberate mocking glance from beneath her lashes. “I am a blazing star that no gentleman has any notion what to do with. My wit skewers, my laugh enthralls, and they are daunted by my mouth. Should I continue?”
His expression shuttered. “You are not what I expected.”
“Oh, what did you anticipate?”
“A mouse but instead I found a lioness.”
He robbed her of speech for precious moment. A lioness. A most particular compliment. The rake was determined to worm his way into her good graces Maryann decided, almost fondly. “Better than a racoon!”
A quick flash of a smile from him had her looking away to regather her wits. “You were there, tonight, in the gardens,” she said, assessing every nuance of his beautiful expression. It was an injustice for a man to be so handsome and rotten to the core. “That is how you know exactly what happened.”
His head dipped ever so slightly, and she took that as confirmation. The charming scoundrel she glimpsed whenever she saw him in public settled over his face. An odd sense of fascination blossomed through her. The change was quicksilver fast, but somehow that dangerous aura melted away with effortless ease. This man was now the rogue, and that idea that he could have such a duality of nature sent a thrum of curiosity through her veins.
He shifted, and it was then she acknowledged how remarkably still he had been. He came closer and the scent of him roused her senses alarmingly. Maryann instinctively stepped backward until her back was flushed against the wall by the door. She stared at him helplessly, terribly aware that her thigh and legs were on display. Why were they conversing so intimately close?
“What are you doing?”
She loathed how breathless and nervous she sounded, and in response lifted her chin defiantly so she peered up at him. He placed the flat of each palm by her head, effectively caging and surrounding her with his bulk.
“You declared to the world that I ravished your lips thoroughly.”
“I…only two or three ladies overheard,” she muttered.
Looking down at her, he arched one of his dark, slashing brows. “We both know there is an intrepid scandal sheet reporter burning the midnight lamp to ensure that story is run this week. Possibly even tomorrow. I’ve always not liked being accused of liberties I did not take. Surely I must rectify the matter.”
“You are here to…to kiss me?”
“I’ve never kissed an innocent before.”
She scoffed with a breath that trembled. “With all the ungovernable debaucheries laid at your feet, I highly doubt those sentiments.”
“I’ve never kissed a lady who didn’t want to be kissed.”
She believed him but Maryann wasn’t about to reveal that in the dark of her room she had thought about kissing this rogue more than once. His head dipped, and Maryann felt certain she was about to faint. She placed the flat of her palm over her lips to protect them from his ravishment. A gleam, one of amusement, stole into his eyes, and he pressed his lips to her knuckles. His lips felt like the softest brush of a butterfly wings against her flesh. Her lashes briefly fluttered closed at the feel of his mouth on her fingers. It wasn’t a kiss…but her knees weakened.
Silly, silly knees.
“How interesting that you’re now skewering me with this clever mouth of yours.”
Her breath softly hitched. He had perceived that she was not as indifferent to him as she’d like him to believe. They stared at each other through the space between her fingers. Maryann wondered if his heart raced as fast as hers did, or was this a game to him? A flirtation that only amused him?
A quick flick of his tongue, and he licked between the v of her fingers. A sweet, wicked ache trembled low in her belly and Maryann’s entire body blushed hot. For the breath of a moment, her gaze locked with his. The eyes watching her were hard and sharply intelligent.
Noting her