Dare to Love (31 page)

Yes,
exclaimed his long-dormant libido.

No
, begged his self control, afraid he would find himself leg-shackled by midnight.

“Certainly, milady.” His libido had resolved the situation before he could mount a sensible argument.

Nivea could hardly contain her delight. Adair Landis was sitting next to her.

He had apologized to her, escorted her to dinner, and was now seated so close, she could have rubbed her leg against his, if she wished to. And she wished to in the worst way.

When she had seen him arrive tonight, it had taken all her self control to ignore him. She’d refused to reveal herself as a pathetic love-struck sycophant, willing to excuse his outrageous accusations. But then, when he had cornered her, and she’d observed his ridiculous attire, well, all her defenses had crumbled. He was trying to make amends, to her, to William, to all their friends. It was an enormous step forward. She had to forgive him.

And now, sitting next to him, she was trembling with excitement. What would happen now? What would be his next step?

Around the table, she noticed a number of her friends staring at them outright—their expressions ranging from bemusement to outright shock. Lord Landis never escorted an unmarried female to dinner, unless directed by their hostess. But he had strolled in with her as though it was an everyday occurrence.

True, he wasn’t talking to her, but she could sense that he was casting occasional glances her way. It was…well, it was an irrevocable step forward in their relationship. Although, he did not appear to notice it. He was too busy trying to deflect a large amount of good-hearted ribbing, on account of his clothing.

“Lord Landis, did you lose a bet?”

“Adair, were you attacked by an outraged ribbon merchant?”

“I think you need to let your manservant go. He was obviously drunk this evening.”

He was smiling in remarkably good humor, but Nivea could tell he was uncomfortable. He was not used to playing the fool.

He looked quite handsome, in spite of the outrageous fashion. How could one overlook his intense dark eyes or silky black hair? Or those tantalizing full lips. She imagined them pressing against her neck, his tongue trailing fire along the sensitive skin of her collarbone. She shivered. Oh yes, she could forgive him for not speaking to her, as long as she could be alone with him once again.

Embarrassed by the direction of her thoughts, Nivea tried to focus her attention on the neighbor seated to her right. Fortunately, Joseph’s uncle was happy to ramble on, requiring virtually no response from her.

It wasn’t until the fish course was being removed that Dare turned to her. “Did you enjoy your meal, Miss Horsham?” His face was an impassive mask, although his eyes traveled over her form. That was certainly a good sign.

“Yes, it was delicious.” In truth, she couldn’t recall a single course. “Did you?”

“Yes, actually,” he responded. “I haven’t had much of an appetite lately, but I found tonight’s meal very satisfying.”

They lapsed into silence. Dare’s eyes roamed around the room a moment before he abruptly announced, “Briar has had a special treat prepared for dessert. I think you will enjoy it.” Then he seemed to flush and shifted away from her.

“I’m sure I will like it. Briar is an excellent hostess. Would you care to offer me a hint?”

He turned his head toward her, but his eyes were fixed on the back wall, as though deliberately avoiding hers. “No, never mind. Forget I said anything.” He shifted again in his seat before turning toward his neighbor.

That was odd. What about dessert would make him uncomfortable? Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long to learn about the treat. As soon as the dishes were cleared, Briar stood up and called for attention. “For dessert this evening, I have prepared a special surprise for you all. Please come with me as we adjourn across the hall.”

They walked to the closed doors. Briar pulled her husband to the front and flung open the doors. “Happy birthday, darling!”

Joseph let out a hoot of laughter and raced inside.

Nivea was so pleased to find Dare still by her side, she didn’t notice the room at first. Then he leaned over and murmured in her ear, “Well, what do you think?”

It was then she became aware of the myriad of treats around the room.

“Oh, Dare, it’s divine! Look at it all. It’s like a confectionary shop. Oh, and just smell the heavenly scent!” She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

When she opened her eyes, she noticed his pained expression. “Are you all right?”

He nodded. “I’m not much for sweets. I think I will go join the other men for a port.” With that, he turned and disappeared through the doors so quickly one would think his feet were on fire.

She sighed.
And
so continued the mysterious behavior of the elusive Lord Landis.

Trying to push it out of her mind, she filled her plate and indulged in a comforting array of pastries.

Dare avoided Nivea as much as he could that evening. His ridiculous attire made him the center of attention, and he knew it would be hazardous for both of them if he spent too much time in her presence.

Besides, if he got too close to her, there was no guarantee he could stop himself from touching her. Nuzzling her. Devouring her. That would be a catastrophe of epic proportion.

He had hoped that once he’d apologized, he could go on his merry way, but apparently this odd obsession had not yet run its course. So, he contented himself talking with William and watching her from afar. At ease in this small gathering of friends, she flitted among guests like a queen bee enjoying a garden of roses. But her tender smile, her boisterous laugh called to him.

When she joined the dance floor, escorted by a young relative of Joseph’s, he had to fight back an overwhelming urge to march over and yank her away. No doubt the undisciplined pup was trying to charm her with ridiculous tales while peeking down her bodice. And the trusting girl was probably fascinated, hanging on his every word.

As they spun past, Nivea caught his eye, gave him a shy smile and waved two fingers in his direction. And just like that, jealousy turned to joy. He inclined his head and sent her an answering grin.

God’s blood, he was acting like a love-sick swain. Forcing a languid sneer to his lips, he returned his attention to William, enjoying the man’s simple banter. He was amazed how much he’d missed the old goat. Their conversation was nothing of consequence, but there was no annoying bluster or foolish posturing. It was so refreshing.

The only person at the party who was not pleased with his return to the proverbial fold was Betsy. Sidling over to her husband, she tugged on his sleeve. “William, may I speak with you,”

“Yes, dear. Of course. Are you enjoying yourself this evening?”

“Not precisely, no. I fear I am not feeling quite the thing. Would you mind if we left soon?”

William grabbed her hand. “Are you all right? Is it anything serious?”

She flashed a scowl at Dare, indicating she desired some privacy. Happy to oblige, he took a step away and shifted his attention to the dancers. Still, he heard Betsy whisper, “I’m just a little bilious. Perhaps it was too much dessert.”

“You poor dear. I know exactly how you feel. I am a little unsettled myself. We can leave immediately if you’d like.”

“Oh, but what about Nivea? We were to take her home.”

Just then, Nivea swished by, her fingers entwined in her partner’s. Dare choked back a growl.

“Are you all right?” Betsy exclaimed.

“What? Oh, yes, just clearing my throat.” He forced a cough to cover his embarrassing outburst. “Did you say that Nivea needs a ride home? I have a carriage.”

“Oh, no,” Betsy answered. “You do not need to do that. I’m sure she will not mind leaving with us.”

William may have forgiven him, but it was apparent his wife was still aggravated.

Taking a cue from her, William hastily added, “No, we don’t want to impose. I’m certain you have plans for the evening.”

As a matter of fact, he did. And having Nivea all to himself would fit those plans nicely. But first he would need to convince her meddling family that he was doing them a favor, without appearing too eager.

Summoning up his most contrite expression, he murmured to William, “I would be happy to escort her home. It’s the least I can offer, as penitence for my earlier behavior. Don’t worry. Your sister will be in good hands.”

Betsy snorted. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Damn. She didn’t trust him. With good reason. He would have to address the problem head on. “No need for concern. I’m certain, dressed as I am, no woman will fall victim to my charms,” he said with a depreciative shrug.

Even Betsy had to smile at that. “You are not up to your usual snuff, are you?”

“It was for a good cause. Joseph enjoyed my humbling tribute to him.”

Unconvinced, she gave him a long hard look.“Perhaps we should ask Nivea what she would prefer.”

Dare assumed his most indolent expression. He just prayed they didn’t notice the sudden pounding of his chest at the thought of getting her alone.

As the dance ended, William motioned to Nivea to join them. “Nivvy, Betsy is not feeling well and would like to go home.”

“Betsy, are you all right?”

“Oh yes. It’s nothing serious,” she reassured her. “We were wondering if you are ready to leave yet.”

The corners of her mouth dropped in dismay. “Oh, I confess I was hoping to stay a little longer.”

Betsy shot William a fretful glance before stating, “Dare has offered to escort you home.” Her lack of enthusiasm spoke volumes.

“Would that be acceptable?” Dare asked in a measured tone, doing his best to keep his expression impassive.

Noting the telltale flush that crept up her cheeks, Dare was certain that Nivea would accept. She felt the pull between them as strongly as he did. Still, sensing the tension in the air, she managed to answer coolly, “I suppose I could tolerate a short ride in his presence.”

Betsy fixed her with a steady stare, willing her to reconsider. When no other response was forthcoming, she gave a wan smile and held out her hand to her husband.

“Well, it’s settled then. If you’re certain it won’t be an imposition, we’ll be off.” William took Betsy’s arm and then paused, narrowing his eyes at Dare. “Remember, Landis, we have just made peace.” He cast a meaningful look at Nivea.

Dare bowed in silent acknowledgment and the Horshams took their leave.

“I don’t think they were comfortable leaving me in your care,” Nivea murmured.

Dare laughed darkly. “No I don’t imagine they were. Do you mind?”

Nivea grinned without reserve. “No, not at all.”

“Good,” Dare exhaled. Then holding out his arm said, “Perhaps I can claim you for a dance?”

Her eyes clouded and her smile disappeared. Turning away, she mumbled, “No, that’s quite all right. You needn’t bother.”

How odd. Why the sudden about face? She’d danced with other men that evening. Seemingly countless men. Then he remembered. That evening at Morrill’s party.
A pity dance.
That’s what he had offered her. God, he was such a cad! He would burn in hell for the way he’d treated her. It was a wonder she’d ever spoken to him again.

The most distressing part was tonight he truly did want to dance with her. It was a deep and primal instinct. He wanted to touch her, claim her. But first, he would have to convince her that this was a sincere invitation.

Bowing low, he wrapped her hand in his. Raising her fingers to his lips, he stared deeply into her eyes. “Nivea, there is no one here that I would rather dance with. I would be honored if you would join me.”

He could sense the conflict raging through her, trying to reconcile the pain he had caused.

This was an important moment. He had danced with her all those years out of a sense of duty. That’s what gentlemen did for their friends with undesirable relations. But this time he truly wanted it for himself.

“Please,” he said, softly, urgently, his heart thudding with anticipation.

She scanned his face, and he could tell she was weighing his words, judging their sincerity. With a slight nod, she murmured, “Yes. If you truly wish to, I will dance with you.”

Whoosh
, he could breathe again. “Yes, Nivea Horsham, I do wish to dance with you.” He grabbed her hand and they both laughed as he dragged her onto the dance floor.

The rest of the evening, Dare hummed with pleasure. It was funny how comfortable he was once again surrounded by friends. There were no outlandish amusements, no outrageous performances, yet he was happy. Content.

How was that possible? Didn’t he thrive on rakish pursuits? Wasn’t that his
raison d’etre
? If he wasn’t the arrogant, contemptuous, derisive Lord Landis, who was he?

“Dare?” He heard Nivea call his name.

Was that the answer?
Could he just be Dare? Not Lord Landis. Not the bedamned future Marquess of Raynsforth, but simply Dare? For once, the thought was intriguing.

“Yes, my dear?” Turning towards her he must have bestowed a more seductive expression than he’d intended. Her eyes grew wide with wonder and her skin flushed crimson.

“I—I—that is to say…”

She looked so adorably befuddled, Dare couldn’t help but laugh. The urge to draw her into his arms was overwhelming. Despite her brother’s warning and his own sense of self-preservation, watching the candlelight illuminating her skin, her scent tantalizing his senses, he had to get her alone. If only for this one night.

“Let’s go outside.” Wasting no time, he grabbed her arm, and guided her through the door and into the small enclosed garden.

“Dare!” she gasped, stumbling behind him. “We shouldn’t. People will—”

“I don’t care what people will do. Come quietly and we’ll be fine.” He tugged her behind a privacy hedge, plunging them into darkness.

“Dare!” she squeaked once more, but he silenced her by pulling her into his arms and kissing her. What started out as a controlled maneuver, turned into a slow, entrancing dance. He slid his tongue into her mouth and felt her relax in his arms. After a few moments, he broke off the kiss, buried his face into her neck and inhaled.