She lay sprawled before him in wanton splendor, and he threw off the towel and moved up over her to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. He thrust in his tongue, imitating what he longed to do with his cock, knowing that soon he would impale her with his hard shaft. But not yet, not until she was ready.
Lu tasted herself on his lips and it made her feel wicked. Making love to her with his mouth was addictive. She wanted him to do it again and again.
James was in a fever of arousal. His gut ached from their love play that hadn’t reached its natural conclusion. If he didn’t have release soon he knew that his hard erection would become painful. His body screamed with the pent-up desire that was surging through him. “Touch me, Lu.”
He took possession of her hand and drew it slowly down his body. Then guiding her fingers he wrapped them around his marble- hard shaft. “Grip me firmly,” he directed. As he manipulated her hand, slowly at first, then faster and faster, the hot sliding friction made his blood pound. He could not find release until he imagined he was inside her, with her slim legs wrapped about his body. He pictured her beneath him, writhing, panting, and moaning. Only then did his orgasm start. He held her hand still as his cock bucked and his seed spurt forth like a small fountain. “Thank you, sweetheart.” James reached beneath his pillow for the linen towel.
Louisa buried her face against his shoulder, marveling at the power she had over him. The intimacy between them was a thing to be savored. Here in the big bed, the world receded and left them alone in their own private cocoon. She smiled her secret smile. Tonight when he whispered, “I love you, Lu,” she might not be dreaming.
Chapter Twenty-Six
When Louisa awoke, James was leaning on one elbow gazing down at her.
She stretched luxuriously. “Good morning.”
He reached for her hand, dropped a kiss into her palm and closed her fingers over it. “Don’t you think it’s about time that you shared your secret with me, Lady Lu?”
“Secret?” She searched his eyes.
“You never had a miscarriage . . . you were never with child.”
She stared at him in shock. How on earth did you find out? She licked lips gone suddenly dry. “What makes you think such a thing?”
“Because, my darling, your hymen is intact. You are still virgin.”
“James . . . I . . .” She bit her lip. “It’s very complicated. Mother didn’t deliberately deceive you.” O Lord, how can I explain? “I was the one who deceived you.” She rushed on, “But at the time, it was the lesser of two evils.” I shouldn’t have said that.
“Marrying me was the lesser of two evils?”
“No, I didn’t mean that.” She took a deep breath. “James, I couldn’t tell you the truth without betraying . . .” Her voice trailed away.
“Without betraying your sister.”
“How did you know?” Lu’s voice was filled with surprise.
“A wild guess,” he said dryly. “It’s no secret to me that Georgy was sexually active.”
“She only confessed to me just before Christmas. She said she would kill herself if anyone learned of her shameful secret.”
“Georgy is far too selfish to kill herself.”
“She’s not selfish!”
“She allowed you to take the blame—I call that selfish.”
“But I’m stronger than Georgy. She was terrified and had no one else to turn to.”
“But you did. You could have turned to me, Lu, and told me in confidence.”
“You would have killed . . .” Her voice again trailed away.
“Teddy Fox? Absolutely, I would have killed him, if he had done it to you. But what’s between him and Georgy is none of my business.”
She searched his face. “James, can you forgive my deceiving you?”
“There is nothing to forgive. You are my heart’s desire. If you hadn’t been coerced, you might never have agreed to marry me.” He winked at her. “By choosing the lesser of two evils you are the Marchioness of Abercorn until death us do part.”
She went into his outstretched arms and nuzzled his shoulder. “James, I’m so glad you know. You have lifted a weight off my conscience.” She raised her eyes to his. “I should have agreed to marry you long ago. To be precise, I’m sorry I didn’t accept your proposal the night you arranged for me to dance at Covent Garden.”
“I shouldn’t have let you leave. I should have made you my prisoner until you gave in to my demands.”
“Irish devil.” She lifted her lips and kissed him. “I love it when you are dominant.”
“I’ll remember,” he promised.
I’m so lucky. He forgives me because he loves me.
“What a clever girl you are, Tara.” The raven had hopped onto the windowsill. “You must be feeling adventurous.” Louisa filled the bird’s pot with water. “I’ll go downstairs and get you some food.”
As she moved toward the door, the young raven hopped to the floor and began to follow her. “Come on, then.” When they got to the staircase, Tara hopped down the first two steps and then stopped. “Perhaps you’d like a ride.” She reached down her hand and the raven hopped onto it. Lu carefully lifted the bird to her shoulder then continued descending the stairs with slow steps. She was absolutely thrilled that the raven considered her an ally rather than an enemy.
“I see you have cast another spell,” James teased.
The raven cawed. “Don’t you dare try to steal her affections from me, you womanizer! She’s hungry. I do hope her wing is healing. Perhaps tomorrow we could take her outside and teach her to fly.”
“She knows how to fly, Lu. She just needs to regain her confidence. When you’ve finished tending your charge, we’ll go to the stables and check on the colt. Then I’d like you to join me in the library. I want your ideas on how to redesign a couple of rooms.”
“You don’t really. You’re just trying to boost my confidence.”
He shook his head. “Any more confidence, Lady Lu, and you’ll be wearing the trousers around here.”
Louisa cut up more venison for the raven and watched her eat a few pieces. Then she took her back up to her boudoir where she knew the bird would be safe.
A short time later in the stables, they found Jasmine, suckling her colt. “Sultan looks like he has grown overnight.”
“That’s because his coat is dry and fluffy today. Tomorrow we’ll let them out into one of the paddocks. You’ll enjoy watching him learn to run.”
She drew in a deep breath of appreciation. “I love everything about Ireland.”
In a flash he had his arms around her, and dipped his head to capture her mouth. He caressed her round bottom with his hands. “Tell the truth and shame the devil—it’s the Irishman you love.”
“Cocksure sod!”
“This room is far too small for a library.” Louisa gazed up at the bookshelves as James stood at the library table looking down at the architectural plans of Barons Court.
“It certainly cannot compare to your father’s magnificent library at Woburn,” he said with regret.
“But James, there’s no reason why we cannot duplicate Woburn’s library. We just need to design it in another chamber that is more spacious.”
“You may have hit upon the solution. We have no shortage of rooms.”
They went in search of a chamber that could be redesigned. Next to the long gallery was a room that was large enough, but it was a bit dark and dismal. “I want my library to have an upper level like your father’s. We could do that here, but it wouldn’t be anywhere near as cheerful and welcoming,” he complained.
“Would it be possible to put a dome in the ceiling like the one in the rotunda? That lovely oval room lets in so much daylight and sunshine.”
James smiled and slipped his arm around her. “See what we can produce when we put our minds together?” He drew her close so that her soft breasts rested against his chest. “Together, I warrant there is no limit to what we can create.”
That night however, in the big bed, her caution deserted her, as her body responded to his shamelessly. When he brushed his lips against her thigh, or when his fingers stroked her bud with a tantalizing rhythm, or when she felt his hot erection slide across her belly, she writhed, and panted, and cried out her pleasure.
In return she exalted in making him gasp and groan as she cupped his heavy testes and wrapped her teasing fingers around his rigid cock.
During the next few days they went fishing in their own river where the shadowy pools teemed with trout. They swam in the lake with the otters that had grown used to them, crept through the woods at night to watch the badgers romp about with their young, and took the young raven out to the park to tempt her to fly.
“James, look! Another raven has just flown into the tree.” She had perched Tara on a low branch.
“Let’s move back toward our horses and watch.”
The new arrival hopped from branch to branch until it reached Tara. They cawed to each other and bobbed their heads in communication.
“I think it’s a male,” he murmured.
The larger raven flew to a higher branch and waited. Tara flapped her wings but did not follow. Lu held her breath in anticipation. The raven called to Tara but she did not answer. “She’s afraid to fly. Perhaps her wing still hurts.” Tara fluttered to the ground and walked back to Louisa. “Do you think if we bring her back, he’ll come again?”
“Perhaps. Try again tomorrow.”
“Not tomorrow, James. I shall be busy all day. Have you forgotten we are hosting a dinner party?”
The next morning, Louisa was up with the lark. She inspected the five guest suites with Kate Connelly and asked the housekeeper to air the beds in case their guests decided to stay overnight. She spent the rest of the morning in the kitchen with the cook and her scullery maids, planning the food and wine they would serve to their guests. Then she moved on to the large dining room, selecting the china, the cutlery, the crystal, the serving dishes, the linen, the candles, and the flowers. She even chose which cheese, fruit, and nuts would be served.
When James appeared with an amused look on his face, she told him he was underfoot. “Make yourself useful. Legend has it that all the Irish are musical. Find me some fiddlers or flute players. They can play in the small dining room, where they can be heard without being seen.”
James bowed. “I warrant I can also find you a harpist, Lady Abercorn.”
“That would lend a note of refinement, Lord Abercorn.”
With a straight face he asked, “Are you planning to dance for our guests? If it’s refinement you want, may I suggest an Irish reel? The Ladies’ Pantaloons, perhaps?”
She pointed to the door. “OUT!”
James rolled his eyes in rapture and this time he was completely serious. He had come up to dress for the dinner party and found the maid, Molly, tightening the strings on his wife’s corset. He motioned for Molly to leave. “I’ll do that. I’ve never seen a red corset before.”
“I find that difficult to believe, considering your association with certain members of the theater,” Lu teased.
James refused to take the bait. He fastened the corset strings and kissed the nape of her neck. “I’m tempted to remove it.”
“I thought this dinner was to further your political ambitions to become a lord lieutenant.”
“Ah, that achievement is years away. You are here and now, vixen.”
“Hand me my petticoat.” She stepped into it and allowed him to tie the tapes at her waist. “Now for the piece d’occasion.” She lifted the gown that had been laid out on the bed and raised her arms so that he could put it on over her head. It was the crimson taffeta embroidered with deep red garnets that she’d had made in the ancestral Abercorn color. “Do you think the décolletage is too low?”
“Every female guest will think so, but I warrant every male will drink a toast to you with his eyes.”
“Please call Molly back. She’s helping me put up my hair. We’ll use my boudoir, so you can dress in privacy.”
As James and Louisa stood in the oval rotunda waiting to greet their guests, he murmured, “Here come the Earl and Countess of Belmore. Don’t mention that Claud is coming next month to campaign for the County Tyrone seat.”
“Why not?” she whispered.
“The earl is the present MP for Tyrone.”
Lu hid her smile behind her fan. “You are so bad.” She had done her homework and knew the Earl of Belmore was Amar Lowry, and that his wife Emily was from Kent.
The next couple to arrive was the Marquis and Marchioness of Londonderry. Charles Vane Stuart was a charmer, and his wife, Frances, was a dark-haired beauty about ten years older than Louisa.
James introduced his wife to George Chichester and his wife Anna. Louisa knew their titles were Marquis and Marchioness of Donegal.
The fourth noble couple was the Earl and Countess of Caledon. Louisa had no trouble remembering the earl’s name was Alexander Du Pre, and that he was the present lord lieutenant of Tyrone.
“I’m delighted that Barons Court has a new lady of the manor,” Lady Catherine declared. “You must visit us at Caledon House.”
“Thank you for your warm invitation. James and I would love to come.”
“Lady Abercorn, it is a pleasure and an honor to meet the daughter of the Earl of Bedford. Your father was the most popular lord lieutenant that Ireland ever had.” The Earl of Caledon winked at her. “Rumor has it James married you for your father’s political influence, but now that I’ve seen you it’s clear he wed you for your beauty.”
Louisa smiled sweetly. “And here’s me thinking he wed me for my brother’s political influence. I warrant Lord John Russell will be prime minister of England one day.”
Lady Catherine bestowed a look of admiration and Lady Frances declared, “Touché, my dear. Your beauty is only exceeded by your wit.”
Louisa treated Mayor Fitzgerald with as much deference as she accorded her noble guests, perhaps a bit more, knowing that town officials revered attention.
At dinner she carried the conversation with ease. She was knowledgeable about Irish as well as English politics. She spoke of horses and racing with the men, and fashion with the ladies. She even promoted the flax mill. “Our mill is able to spin flax so fine, they can produce a hundred hanks from each pound. I warrant there is no finer linen or cambric spun anywhere than here in Northern Ireland. I intend to send some to Woburn for my mother and sisters.”
She discussed cosmetics and herbal creams with the ladies, since aging skin was the nightmare of every female living and breathing. When they spoke of their children, she listened attentively. When they hinted at her producing an heir, she smiled sweetly and changed the subject.
Louisa was knowledgeable about many subjects and answered all their questions about the king and queen of England, as well as the young heiress to the throne, Princess Victoria Alexandrina.
When she spoke with a male guest, she gave him her undivided attention, which was far more flattering than outright flirtation. Louisa had learned from her mother at an early age that every man’s favorite subject was himself.
Soft, lilting music could be heard throughout dinner, but because the musicians were in another room, it did not intrude on the conversation. After dinner she led her guests to the great hall for drinks and swatemates.
When the hour grew late, Louisa extended an invitation to those who lived farther away than Omagh to stay the night at Barons Court. The titled couples all opted to stay, while the Abercorns’ local guests decided it was time to depart.
It was one o’clock in the morning before Louisa was able to join James in the master bedchamber.
“Our first dinner party was a resounding success, and I owe it all to y
ou, Lady Lu. I certainly made the right choice when I chose to wed the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Bedford.”
“The right choice to further your political ambitions, or the right choice to provide Barons Court with a perfect hostess?” she teased.
“Both, of course . . . as well as a more intimate reason. For the past two hours I’ve been anticipating undoing the strings on that red corset of yours.”
“ ’Tis said that anticipation heightens the pleasure.” Lu allowed him to help her remove her crimson gown, which she carefully hung in the wardrobe. “Savor your anticipation a little longer, James. I must go and check on my young raven.”
His gaze licked over the provocative corset and lingered on the curve of her breasts. “The word ravenous is derived from ravens. Ravenous is exactly how I feel.”
“Then perhaps I should sleep in my boudoir tonight.”
“Don’t cocktease.”
Louisa smiled. That’s exactly what I was doing.
The following day, after their guests had departed, Louisa wanted to take Tara back to the park. “She perched on the valance above the window last night. She must have flown up there. Perhaps she’s ready to spread her wings.”
Tara perched on the pommel of Louisa’s saddle as they rode out to the park. As she dismounted, James advised, “Put her facing the wind. Birds prefer to take off and land that way. Facing windward helps keep their feathers unruffled.”
“Where did you acquire all this knowledge? I think you are fey.”
“A misspent childhood, rambling with the leprechauns, I warrant.”
She perched Tara on a branch, facing into the breeze. Then they moved back from the tree to observe. They exercised patience and sure enough, after a while, another raven swooped onto a high branch.
James murmured, “I believe it’s the same male.”
The birds exchanged a few caws, and Lu held her breath as the larger raven made his way down to the lower branch. As before, the two birds bobbed their heads in communication. Then the male flew up to a high branch and waited.
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