“Good. Then let’s get to it.” She began to loosen his cravat.”
“However,” Cameron continued, “I make it a point never to sleep with married women.”
“I see.” She traced his jawline. “How about two married women then? My friend the Viscountess of Homington indicated that she might be interested in joining us this evening.”
His cock tightened. Her sexy mouth beckoned to him, and two women at once? He’d never imagined that. He was still a farm boy at heart. The idea aroused him. He cleared his throat, willing his body not to betray head and his heart. “I don’t sleep with married women period, my lady, whether one or ten at a time.”
“I could win you over, I think.”
“I doubt it. I view marriage as sacred. And I have no desire to be pummeled by a jealous husband.”
“Good Lord. Myerson doesn’t care what I do, as long as I’m discreet.”
“As tempting as your offer is, my lady, I’m afraid I must decline.”
Lady Myerson took his hand in her own and led it to her breast. She wasn’t wearing a corset, and her taut nipple brushed against his fingers. “I can see you will take some convincing.”
“Your charms are exquisite indeed.” Cameron drew his hand away. “However, I’m afraid I’ll not be sampling them tonight.”
“You are devilishly handsome, Mr. Price,” Lady Myerson said. She began unbuttoning his shirt. “I bet you’re an animal in bed, and I bet you’re hung like—”
Cameron removed her hand before she could finish her thought. If she only knew! But she never would. “I’m sorry.”
“Goodness, what on earth is wrong with you? Don’t tell me you like men?”
He laughed. “No. I assure you that is not the case.”
“Then come now, I won’t bite.” She giggled. “ Well, I will, but you’ll like it.”
“I have every confidence that I would enjoy myself immensely in your bed,” he said. “I’m flattered that you desire me. Howeve
r…” He cleared his throat.
“However, what?” She leaned into him. “You like my mouth, don’t you? I’ve seen you staring.”
“As I said, I am aware of your charms.”
“Then”—she brushed her lips over his—“taste me.”
He ran his tongue over her sensual upper lip, gently sucked on it. As he readied to plunge into her delicious mouth, Rose’s pink lips flashed into his mind. He backed away. “I’m sorry. You are beautiful, but I can’t.”
“Why on earth not?”
“I…love another.”
“Goodness, I’m not asking for your love.”
“I understand that. But I…want to remain faithful to her.” His statement, although truthful, was ridiculous. Rose was no doubt betrothed to Xavier by now and had possibly already gone to his bed. Bile rise in his throat at the thought of another man touching Rose. He quickly banished the image from his mind.
He regarded the woman next to him. Lady Myerson was beautiful and desirable, but Cameron didn’t want to make love to any woman but Rose. He would pledge her his fealty, even though it would not be returned. Was he really condemning himself to a life of celibacy? For the moment, at least, he was.
“Are you betrothed to your lady?” Lady Myerson asked.
“No.”
“Then there’s no reason why we can’t enjoy each other. She’ll never know.”
“No, she won’t. But I will.”