The Art of Taming a Rake (Legendary Lovers 4)

“I have forgotten all about that unfortunate incident,” she lied. “A true gentleman would endeavor to do the same.”

His smile was wry. “That is one event I could never forget.”

“Well, I distinctly recall my mortification.”

The laughter left his eyes. “I admit, I was greatly to blame. I led you on by kissing you. But refusing you was my only honorable course.”

She lowered her gaze to a button on Deverill’s coat. “So you said at the time.”

“My duty was to my country. I had to leave, and I didn’t know if or when I would ever return.”

“If you would be killed in battle, you mean.”

“Yes. If I had taken you, I would have been obliged to stay.”

That had been her goal, persuading him to stay instead of sailing off to fight a war against her own countrymen.

In her defense, she had thought she stood a chance. The night before, at a ball, Deverill had given her a stunning farewell kiss, meant as goodbye. That thrilling, stolen embrace had shaken her down to her satin slippers and set her world askew. Worse, it had started her dreaming.

She’d wanted to tell him how she felt as well as to beg him not to leave England. So she went to his hotel room and waited for him to return. Her scheme to seduce him was not premeditated, however. The longer she waited, the greater the temptation to use her budding feminine wiles, which had served her well in the past. Impulsively she’d undressed and climbed into his bed…

Memory descended in vivid detail: The flaming embarrassment flooding her body, the hurt stabbing her heart at his unceremonious rejection. She had never behaved so wantonly—and ardently hoped never to do so again.

Raising her gaze to his once more, Kate smiled brightly. “You will be pleased to know I have conquered my obsession with you. I will not make a fool of myself a second time.”

When he didn’t answer, she searched his face. “Surely you are relieved, my lord. You won’t have to send me packing as you did the last time. You needn’t fear my unwanted attentions.”

“A pity,” he murmured.

His comment confused her. “What did you say?”

“Nothing of consequence.” Oddly, his gaze softened. “If it is any consolation, I was extremely flattered by your offer. I was wildly attracted to you. I simply couldn’t act on my desire.”

His casual admission drew her rapt attention. “You desired me?”

His faint chuckle was self-deprecating. “Of course I desired you, along with countless other hapless males.”

His confession was a sop to her pride perhaps, but it was gratifying to think her own wild attraction then had not been one-sided. As foolish as it was, beneath her surface confidence, doubt had been eating away at her all these years since.

Kate gave a light shrug of her shoulders. “It doesn’t matter now. It happened a long time ago. I was a mere girl then. Girls are inclined to do idiotic things.”

“And now you are a beautiful woman.”

“Your flattery is unnecessary.”

“It is not mere flattery.” To her surprise, Deverill reached up to finger a stray tendril that had escaped her wig and brushed it back from her face. “I am glad you have not taken to wearing caps. It would be a shame to cover your lovely hair.”

That brief gesture sparked a fiery awareness in Kate and caused her to take an involuntary step backward. If he was attempting to keep her off-balance, he was succeeding. And strangely, his scrutiny only grew more intense.

“What if I wanted to claim another kiss?” he murmured.

His unexpected response made her inhale sharply. “That would be entirely inappropriate.”

“Aren’t you curious?”

“Curious?” she repeated breathlessly.

“Wouldn’t you care to see if there is still any attraction between us?”