“Can’t I be both your seducer and protector, Adelaide?”ĭid all ladies go damp between their thighs at a few crude words, Adelaide wondered, or was it just the particularly wicked ones? It made him want to protect her from others who would do the same. It made him want to touch it with his own, to pull it between his teeth and suck.

Rage? Righteous indignation? Or perhaps it was the memories of their shared past that hung between them. Her lower lip plumped out, trembling with some emotion. Crawson passed, she said, “You cannot be both my seducer and my protector. Crawson.”Īdelaide, to his relief, managed a smile and a murmured greeting as well.

He tipped his hat to a gentleman passing on horseback. “Smile,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “You-you-insufferable man! How dare you-” When it comes to men, you have proven to be a remarkably poor judge of character and entirely lacking in common sense.” I can determine their suitability for myself.” “So I can look into them and determine if any have issues with gambling or women or are otherwise unsuitable.” And concerned for her welfare, naturally. It was only…he was surprised, that was all. It was not jealousy that clenched in his gut. She looked so fetching as she sat there, blushing for another man, that all Nick could do was stare. Roses bloomed on her cheeks, as pink as the flowers he’d sent her. The dark fringe of her eyelashes swept downward, obscuring the expression in her eyes. You are not even the only man to send me flowers.” “You are not the only man to send a lady flowers after a ball. “I wonder if there is even one pink rose left to be had in all London.” “Oh, yes,” she murmured between bites of the plum. “Here.” He pulled out a plum and two biscuits, wrapped neatly in a handkerchief.

Lady Gone Wicked by Elizabeth Bright