Page 144 of An Imperfect Scoundrel

“I have a name that you can borrow that won’t raise suspicion.”

He arched an eyebrow, his fingers stopping mid-stroke. “And what would this name cost me?”

“Your bachelorhood.”

“I’m intrigued… do continue.” His fingers resumed their seductive dance, sliding up her thigh.

“No one, outside of my family, is aware of my husband’s death. I didn’t announce it to society. If you assumed his name, you could return to England with me.”

Skating up her leg, his hand dipped between her legs. She gasped, her teeth sinking into her lower lip.

“Mrs. Dubois, are you proposing to me?” he murmured, his eyes blazing.

His hand separated her legs, brushing lightly over her sex.

“Mmm,” was all she could manage as she arched her body.

“What would your family think… married to a pirate?” Bending closer, he stopped centimeters from her skin.

“Patrick already knows you,” she replied, her eyes flicking to his mouth.

“I’m not certain Patrick would support your plan.” He cupped her face, the pad of his thumb sliding across her lips.

“Aidan will.” She trembled, desire flooding her body.

“Why do you think that?”

Leaning forward, he gently lowered her back onto the bed, resting on his elbows and trapping her between his arms. He drew his finger across the tiny line etched into her throat.

“Because he swore to help me find Patrick a wife if I came back from America married,” she murmured, her eyes half-closing, encouraged by his soft caress. “And bringing you with me would fulfill that requirement.”

His mouth touched hers, sending sparks rippling through her body. Moaning, she wrapped her hands around his torso, but he pulled away, his dark eyes searching hers.

“I would be delighted to assist you with that endeavor as Patrick has been single far too long, however, before I agree to your inane plan, I have one question. Why would you tie yourself to me?”

“You risked your life to save mine. I can think of no better way to repay you for that kindness—”

“Then to take away my freedom?” he smirked.

She shoved his chest, turning her head away. “You don’t have to marry me.”

Hooking his finger under her chin, he drew her face back toward him.

“I didn’t say no. I’m merely trying to understand why you would make this decision. If you continue to America, you could find a better match.”

“Or I could find a cad.” She tilted her head. “And you, no matter how much you pretend, cannot shed your gentility.”

“Betrayed by my breeding.” Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to hers, gently nipping the corner of her lips.

She pushed him away, panting, her fingers splayed across his chest.

“I have the same question for you. Why would you agree to this plan?”

Glancing down at her hands, he grinned.

“Since I’ve met you, nothing in my life has gone as expected. You’re opinionated, refuse to follow directions, challenge me at every decision… and I rather enjoy that.” A strange light glowed in his eyes.

“For the first time in years, you’ve offered me a solution that allows me to return home and see my dearest sister, who I miss so very much, and to do that with you on my arm… I can think of no greater happiness.” Taking her right hand, he lifted it to his mouth, his lips touching her knuckles.