Lord Libertine. Gail Ranstrom

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      She looked confused for a moment and then laughed. “Not quite so diligently as last night, but yes. I have become a great believer in bottled courage.”

      What an odd phrase. Did she actually need to fortify herself to come out, or to kiss men? A sudden suspicion tweaked his pride. “Are you meeting someone here, Bella? Or are you on your own?”

      “A-alone.”

      Just the word he had been hoping to hear. “Not any longer, my dear.”

      “A-about my name, sir.”

      “If you would like proper address, madam, you will have to give me your entire name.”

      “I haven’t had to give it until now, sir.”

      “Then how would you like me to address you? And should the occasion for an introduction arise? Then what, madam?”

      She heaved a deep sigh and glanced around. “Could we not just ignore it? Or ‘madam’ will do. In any event, it will not matter much longer.”

      Disappointment sharpened his response. “Oh? Then shall I assume you are near to making your choice?”

      “There is not much choice about it, Mr. Hunter. I have yet to find…”

      “Yes, the right man. So I gathered. And I also gather that I fall short of your requirements?”

      “I…suppose that would be for the best,” she said, though her tone was uncertain.

      He found encouragement in her hesitation. “Then what is your purpose here tonight? You’ve said you are not meeting someone, so…?”

      “I thought I might see a familiar face.”

      “You have, madam. Mine.”

      “Oh, dear.”

      Her chagrin was almost comical and he grinned at her confusion. “Not quite the response I was hoping for, but at least you are honest.”

      “Actually, I thought this would be an establishment frequented by, well, by men who did not often attend ton events.”

      “Looking for fresh hunting grounds, my dear Bella?”

      “No. Yes.” She shook her head and glanced up at him. The look in those captivating hazel eyes warned him that she was about to lie. He waited, quite breathlessly, for what she was about to say. “I wanted to learn how to gamble.”

      Ah, diversion. Excellent ploy. So much more inventive than a bald lie. Too bad she didn’t know who she was playing with. “Allow me. I would recommend beginning with rouge et noir or vingte et un. The rules are simpler than the other popular games, and the play is easier to follow.”

      He led her toward a rouge et noir table and explained the rudiments of the game. When she nodded, he handed her a counter. “Try it, madam. There’s nothing like risk to make one feel the excitement, is there?”

      She held his counter up and smiled. “I have nothing at risk. Does that make it more exciting for you?”

      He laughed. Lord, but she was breathtaking when she smiled. He wished she would do more of that. “I am feeling the excitement even now, Bella.” And he was.

      She turned back to the table and gave him her glass, but not before he noted the flush that swept up her cheeks. He watched her as she studied the play. After three rounds she placed the counter on red and stood back.

      Red won the count, and she grabbed his sleeve in her delight. “Now what do I do?”

      “Wager again or collect your winnings and leave the table.”

      “What do you think I should do?”

      “Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Bella.” He wondered if caution or risk would win her imagination.

      She left the counters on the spot. And again, red won. She clapped her hands and turned to him. “Again?”

      “And again, and again, if you wish.”

      The tip of her tongue made a brief appearance to moisten her lips as she thought this over. Finally she nodded to the croupier to let her wager stand. Andrew leaned close to her ear and asked, “How does it feel, Bella, to have your fortune riding on the turn of a card?”

      “Your fortune,” she reminded him in a whisper. “And it makes me tingle all over.”

      He groaned at the mere thought. God, what he’d like to do to her to make her tingle! She turned to him at the sound and her eyes widened. “Oh! I should have paid you back, shouldn’t I?”

      “Noir!” the croupier called.

      He shrugged. “Too late. All gone. And now how do you feel?”

      She watched the croupier scoop her pile of counters away. “Determined to win it back.”

      “I fear I’ve done you no favor, Bella. You have all the makings of an incorrigible gambler. Soon you will be impoverished, and ’twill be all my fault.”

      “Truly?”

      “Aye, but I could show you other ways to take a risk. Ways to find that same thrill and more.”

      “You could?”

      Ah! How telling. If she were truly a courtesan, she would not have missed that innuendo. Perhaps she was an adventuress, or an ingenue seeking a protector. And again his curiosity was piqued. Who was she, really? And what was her game? She intrigued him more than any woman he’d ever known. He took her hand and led her toward the dim end of the huge salon and one of the many curtained alcoves reserved for private play.

      Whirling her into one of the empty niches, he snapped the draperies closed. Darkness surrounded them, intimate and dangerous. He found her narrow waist and pulled her against his chest. Instinct led him to her mouth, and the merest brush of his lips stifled her little gasp of surprise. Oh, but he would not claim his kiss so soon. He paused to nibble at her full lower lip and slide his hand down the length of her spine, pressing her closer. Her lips parted in anticipation, and he answered with a soft tantalizing touch, still not a proper kiss. Her arms circled his neck and she tried to deepen the contact. Yes, just a few more moments and she would be his for the taking.

      He kissed the line of her jaw up to her earlobe and paused there, running his tongue along the curve of her ear until she shivered.

      “What price, sweet Bella?” he whispered in that delicate opening, not wanting to cheat her of her due, nor willing to wait much longer. “Name your terms.”

      She moaned and he was lost. Whatever she wanted, she’d have it. He was no schoolboy, but she made him feel like one, caught up in the wonder of a first kiss. All he could think of was the way she felt against him, the way she tasted, the sweetness of her response and the heart-wrenching sound of her yearning whimper.

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