What a Reckless Rogue Needs

by Vicky Dreiling

  He sucked in air. She noted the bulge in his trousers and smiled. “What do you want?”

  “Touch me.”

  She cupped him through his trousers. “Like this?”

  He caught her hand, rose, and circled his finger. “Turn round so I can undo your fastenings and loosen the corset.”

  “I didn’t give you leave to do it,” she said.

  “You’ll be uncomfortable if I don’t.” He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Let me, so you can sleep.”

  “I’m sleeping at Deerfield.”

  “Angeline, listen to the pounding on the roof. We will not be able to leave tonight.”

  “We have to leave.”

  “Hush. Turn round, and I’ll unhook and untie you.”

  “I cannot believe this,” she said, turning her back to him.

  “Do not fret,” he said. “It can’t be helped.”

  Her face grew hot anyway. She’d wanted to be worldly, but her limited experience showed.

  He went to work on the fastenings, and then he helped her step out of her petticoat and skirts. The laces on her stays were trickier, but he managed to loosen them. Her head bowed as he pulled the stays over her head. She stood there a moment in her shift and stockings. He took her hand and walked with her to the bed. Then he pulled the pins from her hair.

  “Colin, I can do it,” she said as her hair fell in waves over her breasts and shoulders.

  He sifted his fingers through her locks. “You are even more beautiful with your hair down.”

  She refused to let his compliment go to her head—well, maybe just a tiny bit.

  “You’re quite skilled with lady’s clothing.”

  “It’s cold,” he said, and assisted her into the bed.

  He pulled the covers over her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Then he slipped his shirt on again. “I’m going to bank the fire in the drawing room, and then I’ll start one in here afterward.”

  She thought about the way he’d stayed her hand earlier, but she’d loved touching him. Now she suspected that he would sleep in another room. Of course, that would be the virtuous choice for both of them, but she was worrying over something that would not happen. She released a frustrated sigh. Why did he have to be noble now?

  It had to happen tonight.

  Colin ascended the stairs and walked down the corridor to the slightly ajar door where she lay abed. There was no doubt about his reasons or his intentions. He would do anything to keep from losing Sommerall. He would take advantage of this one last opportunity for them to be alone. He leaned his forehead against the door. Damn it all to hell. She deserved better. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice. He feared this would be his only opportunity, and he couldn’t be certain she would agree to marry him.

  The truth would only hurt her, and he wanted to avoid causing her unnecessary pain.

  He meant to compromise her thoroughly, and then she would have no choice but to marry him. It was true that they were unofficially engaged, but they’d agreed that either one of them could end the secret engagement. It was clear to him that Faraday meant to purchase Sommerall, and he could not let it happen.

  She would never know he’d planned it as long as he played the game with all of his considerable experience. The trick, of course, was to make it seem as if it were the result of unbridled passion. He had the sensual skills to seduce her, but his damned conscience plagued him.

  He told himself she needed a husband in order to restore her reputation and help her family. It would not be a fairy-tale romance, but he could provide her with a home, security, and the chance to redeem her reputation. No one but him would ever know.

  He didn’t want to hurt her, but if he didn’t do something, he would lose the property. He had just cause, but his damned conscience bothered him. She’d been through a terrible ordeal with her first engagement, but he had no intention of wounding her. He would make sure she never discovered the truth. She would benefit as much as he did. There was no reason for guilt, but his stomach clenched anyway.

  He thrust away the remorse. She would be happier once she had the protection of his name. Seeing Faraday today, it had all become too real. Colin knew the man would make the purchase. He couldn’t let it happen. Sommerall was his birthright and his mother’s resting place.

  Damn it all to hell. She deserved better. He didn’t want to do this, but he had no choice. God willing she would never know the truth.

  She clutched the covers and waited for Colin. It continued to rain, though not as hard as before. Angeline slid off the bed and walked to the window, but it was too dark to see anything. Foolishly, she’d wished he would kiss her again, but of course, she would rather melt in the rain than let him know she yearned for him.

  A draft chilled her. She shut the drapes and returned to the bed. Even though she’d explored all the bedchambers at Sommerall, she felt restless all alone here. The blasted rain continued to pelt the windows and roof. She looked up at the dark canopy and wished Colin would hurry. It was too dark and silent, reminding her of all the nights she’d lain awake these two years past, despising herself for what she’d done to her family.

  He’d expected her to be fast asleep when he entered the chamber, but she sat up and hugged her knees.

  “You must be cold.” He poured the coals and managed to start a fledgling fire.

  He applied the bellows and paused to look back at her. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” He’d rather hoped she’d fallen asleep, because he was having second and third thoughts about his wicked intentions.

  She didn’t answer right away.

  “Were you anxiously awaiting me?”

  She huffed. “Your head is swelling again.”

  “What is keeping you awake, Angeline?”

  “You.”

  “You can tell me,” he said.

  “I’ve already said too much.”

  Apparently, she regretted telling him about Brentmoor. “Whatever you told me in confidence will go no further,” he said.

  “I know.”

  Her confession apparently bothered her nonetheless. He dusted his hands, picked up the candle branch, and set it on the bedside table. Then he walked to the bed. “Lie back now,” he said, pressing her shoulders gently. He leaned over her, his hands bracketing her face on either side of the pillow. He kissed her softly on the lips. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots.

  “Are you taking off your clothes?” she said.

  “My boots.” Shout at me to leave.

  He drew his shirt over his head and laid it on the chair. Tell me to go to hell. Tell me you despise me. Tell me I’m the worst scoundrel you’ve ever met.

  She sat up. “Come to me.”

  “Aren’t you afraid? I’m naked to the waist.” Tell me to go away.

  “I want to see you,” she said.

  He did her bidding. “What do you want?” he said in a harsh tone.

  She caressed his chest and abdomen. “You’re so hard everywhere and beautiful.”

  “Men aren’t beautiful.”

  She planted a kiss where his heart beat hard. He clenched his jaw. You should hate me.

  He reached for the falls of his trousers, but she brushed his hand away. “Let me.”

  A harsh exhalation escaped him. Do not make this easy for me.

  She slipped the first button free and let her fingers slide over the fabric. His cock stirred. As he watched her, heat and desire collided. He got harder and harder as she took her time with the buttons. When his cock sprang free, she kissed the tip, and he realized she’d become the seducer. “Angeline, you are an innocent.”

  She smiled up at him. “Do you like it?”

  His harsh breathing ought to tell her. “Yes, but I cannot let you.”

  She pulled the covers down. “It’s cold. Get in the bed.”

  “Tell me to leave. Now.”

  “I don’t want you to leave,” she said.

  “You know what will ha
ppen if I get in that bed. I can’t do it.” He’d thought he could seduce her, but he couldn’t. He should have known better. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

  “You banked the fire. It will be cold, and you are too big. Your feet will hang off the sofa.”

  Lord help him. He hadn’t expected any of this. “I’ll leave my trousers on.”

  “For pity’s sake. You’ll be uncomfortable.”

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect you want me naked.”

  She bit her lip. “Perhaps you should keep the drawers on—just to be safe.”

  He laid his trousers over the chair and removed his stockings. Then he pressed a curl back from her forehead. “You are too good for me.”

  “I’m glad you recognize it,” she said, grinning.

  Hell, so much for his big, bad rake reputation. “Angeline, you keep me on my toes. No other woman can match your clever retorts.”

  “Colin, you must be cold. Get in the bed.”

  “Yes, mistress,” he said in a faux weak voice. He got under the covers and lay on his side to face her. “Brrrr. We’ll keep each other warm.”

  “Colin, I may be a virgin, but I’m not stupid.”

  He laughed and leaned over her. “You are adorable.”

  “If I allow you to stay, you have to promise to be a gentleman.”

  “I’m always a gentleman in bed. Ladies first.”

  “You make no sense; you must have a touch of fever.”

  He placed his finger over her lips. “I won’t lie to you. I want to kiss and touch you, but you can say no at any point, and I will stop.” He nuzzled her neck. “Mmmm.” Of course he knew exactly how to ignite the fire within her. Soon she would be so far gone, she would only realize her mistake when it was all over.

  “If I said to stop now, would you?” she said.

  He lifted his head. “Yes. It must be your decision.” He would never force any woman. “Do you want me to stop?”

  She bit her lip.

  He sighed. “I’ll go.”

  “No, stay.”

  “Angeline, I shouldn’t.”

  She thought about all the lonely nights that might be ahead of her. She thought about his wicked sense of humor. Most of all, she thought about how he desperately wanted to possess Sommerall, because he could not bear for strangers to occupy the land where his mother was buried. He’d earned his rakish reputation, of that she had no doubt. But he’d sworn to stop at any point, and she knew instinctively he would honor that promise.

  Tonight he’d enchanted her, teased her, and made her laugh. There were far worse things to fear, such as never knowing a man’s ardent kiss in bed or the way it felt to have strong arms hold her. She loved him and knew that no matter what the future held, she would always cherish this night with him.

  “Angeline, if the answer is no, you must tell me now.”

  She kissed him gently and then with more intent. He leaned over and returned it. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.” She opened for him and suspected the way he plunged his tongue inside her mouth was an imitation of lovemaking. He made her feel shivery and hot at the same time. When he looked into her eyes, he pulled the covers down to her waist, and then he lowered his head and dipped his tongue between the hollow of her breasts.

  She drew in a ragged breath, but before she could even think to stop him, he ran his tongue all along the inside seam of her shift. He was very wicked, and very hard to resist. “Oh, my.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Not yet.”

  He cupped her breasts and circled his thumbs lightly over the fabric covering her nipples. She drew in a shuddering breath.

  “Do you like it?” he whispered.

  “You devil; you know I do,” she said. “Oh.”

  “You’ll like this even better.” He slipped the straps of her chemise down her arms, exposing her breasts. He circled his tongue around one nipple and then the other. When he suckled her, she arched up to him. “Oh, my God, I had no idea.”

  He cupped her face and looked into her eyes. “I will say this only once, but I’m glad.”

  I love you.

  He pulled her shift up to her waist.

  She caught his hand.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She swallowed. “No, not yet.”

  “I’m going to do something that may shock you.”

  “What is it?”

  “I’ll show you.”

  He put his knee between her thighs, and she grew very still. Could she let him?

  He set her feet on the bed and slid down a bit. When he touched the folds of her sex, she jerked.

  “Shhhh,” he said. “It’s very wicked, but you will like it.”

  “I’m not so sure,” she said.

  He slowly stroked his tongue along the soft folds to pleasure her.

  A feminine sound came out of her throat.

  “You like it?”

  “Oh, dear heaven. Oh, oh.”

  He repeated the long, slow stroke. Her back arched and she threaded her fingers in his hair.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “Do not dare stop.”

  He chuckled and did it again and again and again.

  She bit her lip. He could feel the tension in her legs. He carefully inserted his finger. The erotic sound of moisture nearly made him mad with lust. “You’re tight inside and soaking wet.”

  When she looked at him, he said, “The wetness is preparation for coitus, but you can say no at any time.”

  “Oh.”

  He gave her three more long strokes of his tongue. Then he slipped his hands under her bottom and focused quick strokes on her sweet spot. She arched up until her head fell back. Then she came apart with a little cry and collapsed.

  Her chest still rose and fell quickly. He smiled because he was rather proud of himself.

  She opened her eyes. “Good Lord. No wonder virgins are kept in the dark. They would all be lifting their skirts for any man willing to…do that.”

  He burst out laughing. “That might depend on the man’s skill.”

  “Yes, you clearly would earn high marks in the school of pleasure.” She looked down at his tented drawers. “You are aroused.”

  He hesitated, knowing what he had to do, but when he looked at her sweet face, he realized how difficult it would be to rob her of something that ought to take place after the marriage vows.

  “I’ll take care of it privately.” He got off the bed and pulled her shift down to cover her legs.

  “Colin?”

  “Go to sleep,” he said. He should have done it. He was giving up everything, but he couldn’t. Damn it.

  “Don’t leave,” she whispered.

  He drew in a long breath. “My restraint is limited.”

  She touched him through the fabric of his drawers.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Is there no way for me to pleasure you?” she whispered.

  “It’s messy.”

  She held out her arms to him, and devil that he was, he couldn’t resist. He told himself he would only show her how to pleasure him with her hand. Nothing else would happen. He mustn’t let it.

  He removed his drawers and joined her in the bed. When she put her knee between his legs, he smiled. She planted kisses all along his torso until she reached his erect cock. When she licked the length of him, his head fell back. He could not believe she had done it. He was ready to propose now, but he couldn’t speak.

  She continued the long strokes and cupped the sacs. He gritted his teeth as he got harder and harder. If she kept this up, he would explode any minute.

  She took his hand and guided him to her folds. “I want you.” She swallowed. “Inside.”

  “I’m trying very hard to be honorable for your sake.”

  “I don’t want you to be honorable. I want you to make love to me.”

  She’d made it all too easy for him, but it was no longer selfish thoughts that gripped
him. He hovered over her on his elbows. “Tell me no.”

  “Yes,” she said. When she stroked him with her hand, he was wild to be inside of her. Then he showed her how to guide him.

  He felt the barrier give way, and she gasped. He stayed very still until the tension inside her eased. Then he withdrew part of the way and entered again slowly. He kept his gaze on her as he rocked in and out in a slow rhythm. Soon he realized it would be more pleasurable for her if she rode him. “Hold on tight,” he said. Then he flipped them.

  She blinked. Then he showed her the rhythm. She started slowly but eventually she rode him faster. He pulled her forward and suckled her while she rocked against him. When he switched to her other breast, she cried out and her inner muscles contracted all around him.

  He pressed her back to the mattress and entered her again. His heart was thudding fast in his chest, and his skin tingled. In some dim place in his brain, he knew he needed to withdraw at just the right moment. When she wrapped her long, soft thighs around him and squeezed, he strained and exploded inside her.

  As his breathing slowed, he pulled the covers over them and gazed into her eyes. “Sleep,” he whispered.

  Chapter Twelve

  Colin awoke to find her watching him. “You are awake,” he said in a sleep-roughened voice.

  Her face grew hot.

  “Is something wrong?”

  She shook her head.

  Clearly, she must be remembering the things they’d done in bed. “I’ll announce our engagement when we return to Deerfield tomorrow.”

  She drew the sheet over her luscious breasts. “I beg your pardon?”

  He plumped the pillow behind him. “Angeline, do not kick up a fuss. I had every intention of making a timely exit, but I lost control, and now it is quite possible we have created our firstborn.”

  She snorted. “It only happened one time. My friend Charlotte did not conceive for nearly six months.”

  “You’re not Charlotte, and I’m not Portsworth. It only takes once, and I’d rather not have to face your father after your belly expands.”

  “You speak as if it is a foregone conclusion,” she said. “Furthermore, if we announce an engagement tomorrow, our families will know what we’ve been doing.”