Love Only Once

by Love Only Once (lit)

  Nicholas chuckled. “Most ladies would not think it unfortunate to be connected to an Earl.”

  “Really? Then they haven’t met the present Earl of Penwich. I am happy to say I haven’t seen the man for many years, but I doubt he has changed much. He is indeed a pompous…”

  He grinned. “Who are your people, then?”

  “I am an orphan, sir.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “As am I. But I do have a loving family on my mother’s side who saw to my upbringing. And now it is only fair for you to tell me who you are.”

  “Nicholas Eden.”

  “Fourth Viscount of Montieth? Oh dear, I have heard about you.”

  “Scandalous lies, I assure you.”

  “I doubt it.” She grinned up at him. “But you needn’t fear I’ll think badly of you. After all, no one is quite as bad as Tony, or his brother James for that matter, and I love them both very much.”

  “Both? Tony and James Malory?” He was utterly stunned. “Good God, you don’t mean you’re James Malory’s mistress, too!”

  Her eyes widened for a moment. She bit her lip hard, but it didn’t work. The laughter broke through in spite of her.

  “I fail to see any humor,” Nicholas began coldly.

  “Oh, but there is, I assure you. I was afraid you might think Tony and I… oh, this is famous! I must tell Tony… no, I better not. He won’t think it’s funny. You men are so stuffy sometimes,” she sighed. “You see, he’s my uncle.”

  “If that is what you prefer to call him.”

  She laughed again. “You don’t believe me, do you?”

  “My dear Miss Ashton—”

  “Lady Ashton,” she corrected him.

  “Very well—Lady Ashton. I’ll have you know that Jason Malory’s son, Derek Malory, is one of my closest friends—”

  “I know.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes, your best friend, actually. You went to school with him, though you finished a few years before he did. You took a liking to him when others did not. He loved you for that. I loved you, too, for befriending him, though I was only eleven at the time he told me about it and I had never met you. Where do you think I heard about you, Lord Montieth? Cousin Derek used to go on and on about you when he came home on holiday.”

  “Why didn’t he ever mention you, then?” Nicholas snapped.

  “Why would he talk about me?” she asked. “I’m sure you and he had better things to talk about than the children in your families.”

  Nicholas frowned darkly. “You could be making all of this up.”

  “Of course I could.” She left it like that, without trying to convince him.

  Her eyes sparkled with laughter. Damnation, she was beautiful.

  “How old are you?” he asked.

  “So you’re not angry anymore?”

  “Was I angry?”

  “Oh, my, yes.” She smiled. “I can’t imagine why. I am the one who should have been angry. And I’m nineteen, if you must know, though you shouldn’t have asked.”

  He began to relax again. She was wonderful. He couldn’t bear much more. He wanted to hug her, yet he was loath to remind her of the impropriety of their situation.

  “Is this your first season, Regina?”

  She liked the way he said her name. “You are conceding that I am who I say I am?”

  “I suppose I must.”

  “You don’t have to sound so disappointed about it,” she retorted.

  “I’m devastated, if you must know.” His voice became husky and he allowed himself to run a finger along her cheek, gently, so as not to frighten her. “I don’t want you to be an innocent. I want you to know exactly what I mean when I tell you I want to make love to you, Regina.”

  Her heart began to beat faster. “Do you?” she whispered. She shook herself. She must not lose control. “Yes, of course you do,” she teased him. “I thought I saw that look in your eyes.”

  His hand dropped to his side and his eyes narrowed. “How would you know that look?”

  “Oh, my, you’re angry again,” she said innocently.

  “Bloody hell!” he snapped. “Can’t you be serious?”

  “If I become serious, Lord Montieth, then we’ll both be in trouble.”

  Her dark eyes were inscrutable. Good Lord, there was another girl entirely beneath that effervescent surface.

  She stepped past him and moved to the center of the room, and when she turned back to look at him, the gamin smile and teasing sparkle were back in place.

  “This is my second season, and I have met many men just as improper as you,” she assured him.

  “I don’t believe that.”

  “That there are men as improper as you?”

  “That this is your second season. Are you married?”

  “You imply that I should be, because I was brought out last year? Alas, as far as my family is concerned, there is no one good enough for me. A most annoying circumstance, I assure you.”

  Nicholas laughed. “It is too bad I sailed to the West Indies last year to inspect some property I have there. I would have met you sooner if I’d stayed here.”

  “Would you have tried for my hand?”

  “I would have tried for—some part of you.”

  For the first time, Reggie blushed. “That was too bold.”

  “But not as bold as I would like to be.”

  Oh, he truly was dangerous, Reggie thought. Handsome, charming, wicked. Then why wasn’t she frightened of being alone with Nicholas Eden? Common sense told her she should be.

  She watched breathlessly as he came toward her, closing the space between them again. She didn’t move away, and he smiled. A tiny pulse was beating at the base of her throat and he had an overwhelming desire to run his tongue over it, feel the pulse beating there.

  “I wonder, are you as innocent as you claim to be, Regina Ashton?”

  She couldn’t give in to him, no matter how strongly he worked his magic on her. “Knowing who my family is, you really can’t doubt me, Lord Montieth.”

  “You haven’t been scandalized by my bringing you here,” he blurted. “Why is that?” He studied her face closely.

  “Oh, I suppose I saw the humor in it,” she confessed, but then she added, “I was worried for a while, however, when I thought Uncle Tony might find out where you took me and come pounding on your door before you returned to let me go. That would have caused a fine commotion! I don’t see how we could have kept a secret like that for long, and you might have ended up having to marry me. Such a shame, because we really wouldn’t suit.”

  “Wouldn’t we?” he asked, amused.

  “Certainly not!” she said in mock horror. “I would fall madly in love with you, while you would continue to be a disreputable rake and break my heart.”

  “You are undoubtedly right,” he sighed, playing along. “I would make a terrible husband. Nor am I likely to be forced into marriage, by the way.”

  “Not even if you have ruined my reputation?”

  His mouth turned down. “Not even then.”

  She evidently didn’t like his answer, and he was annoyed with himself for being so unnecessarily honest. Anger with himself made his bright amber eyes even brighter, as if an unnatural light glowed behind them. She shivered, wondering what he would be like if he really lost his temper.

  “Are you cold?” he asked, seeing her rub the gooseflesh on her arms. Did he dare wrap his arms around her?

  She reached for her cape and draped it loosely over her slim shoulders. “I think it’s time—”

  “I’ve frightened you,” he said gently. “That wasn’t my intention.”

  “I am afraid I know perfectly well what your intentions are, sir,” Reggie replied.

  She bent down to put her slippers on, and when she straightened, she found herself in his arms. He did it so swiftly that she was being kissed before she could gasp. He tasted of brandy, sweet and intoxicating. Oh, she’d known it would be like t
his, so heavenly.

  Never had she been kissed with such feeling, or such daring. He actually molded her small frame to his, letting her feel for the first time the state of a man’s arousal. She was shocked and excited, and her breasts tingled where they pressed against his coat. What was this other, deeper feeling coming from way down inside her?

  His lips trailed along her cheek and down to her throat, where he kissed the throbbing pulse, drawing the skin into his mouth, sucking ever so gently.

  “You mustn’t,” Reggie managed to whisper. It didn’t sound like her own voice at all.

  “Oh, but I must, love, I really must.” He scooped her in his arms.

  She gasped. There was nothing amusing about what was happening now. His lips brushed her throat again and she groaned.

  “Put me down,” she said breathlessly. “Derek will hate you.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “My uncle will kill you.”

  “It will be worth it.”

  That did it. “You won’t think so when you see his weapon across a dueling field. Now put me down, Lord Montieth!”

  Nicholas set her down slowly, carefully, causing her body to slide enticingly along his. “You would care, then?”

  He was holding her close to him, and the steady heat of his body unsettled her. “Certainly. I wouldn’t like to see you die because of a—a harmless escapade.”

  “Is that what you’d call my making love to you?” he chuckled, delighted.

  “I was not referring to that, but to your bringing me here. As it is, I will have the devil’s own time talking Tony round to forgetting this matter.”

  “You mean to protect me, then?” Nicholas said softly.

  Reggie pushed away from him, unable to think clearly with her body against his. Her cape had fallen, and he retrieved it gallantly, handing it back to her with a bow.

  She sighed. “If Tony doesn’t know you are the one who absconded with me, then I shan’t mention your name. If he does know, then, well, I suppose I will do my best to save your hide. But I insist you return me to him now, before he does something foolish, such as telling others I am missing.”

  “At least you give me hope.” Nicholas smiled. “I may not make a good husband, but I have been told I make an excellent lover. Will you consider me?”

  She was shocked. “I don’t want a lover.”

  “I will have to follow you this season until I change your mind,” he warned her.

  He was incorrigible, she thought as, at last, he escorted her out of the house, incorrigible and very tempting. Tony had better be successful with Uncle Jason on her behalf, because Nicholas Eden could be a girl’s downfall.

  Chapter 6

  “I’M sorry you missed the ball.”

  Nicholas stopped his carriage a few doors away from Anthony Malory’s townhouse. His eyes caressed Reggie’s face.

  She grinned. “I’ll wager you’re even sorrier that Lady Eddington didn’t miss it.”

  “You would lose the wager,” he replied with a sigh. “I don’t know why I did it anyway. The drink, I suppose. It’s certainly doesn’t matter one bit now.”

  “Stuff! You were jealous when you thought she was seeing Tony.”

  “Wrong again. I have never been jealous in my life, of anyone or anything.”

  “My, how fortunate for you.”

  “You don’t believe me?”

  “I don’t see any other reason for your wanting to lock your mistress away for the evening. You didn’t even plan to spend the evening with her.”

  He laughed. “You say that with such a worldly air.”

  She blushed. “At any rate, you needn’t be sorry that I missed the ball. I’m not.”

  “Because you met me instead?” he ventured. “You give me more and more hope, love.”

  She sat up stiffly. “I hate to disappoint you, Lord Montieth, but that is not the reason. I would as well have stayed at home tonight.”

  “As would I have, if you were with me. There’s still time, you know. We can return to my house.”

  She shook her head at him, wanting to laugh. In fact, since meeting him, she had felt a continual ridiculous urge to laugh for the sheer joy of it. She was bubbling over. But she knew she had to leave him now and put this night behind her.

  “I must go,” she said softly.

  “I suppose you must.” His fingers closed over her gloved hand, but he made no move to help her down from the carriage. He exerted a pressure on her hand that held her in place. “I want to kiss you again before you go.”

  “No.”

  “Just a good-night kiss.”

  “No.”

  His free hand cupped her cheek. He hadn’t bothered to collect his gloves or hat before they left his house, and his bare fingers were hot against her skin. She couldn’t move, and she waited breathlessly for him to steal the kiss she had refused him.

  He did, his lips moving in to fasten on hers for a kiss that was nothing like any kiss she’d had before. Warm and masterful, his lips tasted hers until she thought she would explode.

  “Come on, before I forget myself,” he said roughly. Passion made his voice heavy.

  Reggie was dazed as he helped her down from the carriage and led her toward her uncle’s townhouse. “You’d better not come with me,” she whispered. Lamps burned on each side of the door, and she could just picture the door opening and Tony facing Nicholas Eden with a gun in his hand. “It isn’t necessary for you to accompany me.”

  “My dear, I may be many reprehensible things, but no one has ever said of me that I was not a gentleman, and a gentleman sees a lady to her door.”

  “Stuff! You’re a gentleman only when it pleases you to be one, and now it pleases you to be obstinate.”

  Nicholas chuckled at her anxiety. “Do you fear for my safety?”

  “Yes, I do. Tony is an agreeable fellow most of the time, but there are occasions when he simply has no control over his temper. He mustn’t see you until I have been able to tell him that nothing untoward has happened.”

  Nicholas stopped and turned her around to face him. “If he has such a violent temper, then I will not let you face him alone.”

  He thought to protect her from Tony. She might have laughed, but she suppressed the urge. “You would have to understand how it is between Tony and me to know that I am the last person who needs to fear him. We are very close, you see, so close that he regularly turns his life upside down for me when I stay with him. He always has, even abstaining from most of his usual pursuits for months at a time. You should be able to appreciate what that means,” she finished dryly.

  He led her forward again, grinning. “I concede your point. Nevertheless, there is a reason for everything I do, and I will see you to your door.”

  She started to protest again, but they were already there. She tensed, praying they hadn’t been heard, that the door wouldn’t open. She turned to face Nicholas, whispering, “What possible reason could you—?”

  But he interrupted roguishly, “You see, I now have an excuse to kiss you good night again.”

  He folded her in his arms, his mouth coming down to sear hers. This was passion, hot, blistering passion that melted her into him. Nothing else mattered. In that moment, she was his.

  Nicholas ended the kiss with passion riding him hard. He nearly shoved her away from him, though without releasing her, his fingers biting into her upper arms. He held her there at arm’s length, his breathing harsh, his eyes blazing.

  “I want you, sweet Regina. Don’t make me wait too long before you admit you want me, too.”

  It took Reggie a moment to realize that he had let her go and begun walking away. She had the wildest urge to run after him but steadied herself. It wasn’t easy. Her heart was racing and her legs were wobbly.

  Get hold of yourself, goose, she scolded herself. You’ve been kissed before. But oh, never like that!

  Reggie waited until she saw Nicholas step into his carriage before she reluctantly tu
rned away, opened the door, and went inside. The entry and hall were brightly lit and, thankfully, empty. The door to Tony’s library-study was open and light spilled out of it. She moved toward it slowly, hoping Tony would be there and not out scouring London for her.

  He was there, sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, the fingers twined in his thick black hair as if he’d been trying to pull it out. A decanter of brandy and a glass were beside him.

  The sight of him looking so woebegone had a steadying effect on Reggie. Guilt helped her pull herself together. While she had been having the sweetest time of her life, the person who meant the most to her in all the world had been worried sick. And she hadn’t even rushed back here. She’d taken her time, enjoying every moment spent with Nicholas. How could she have been so selfish?

  “Tony?”

  He looked up in shock. Then surprise washed over his handsome features, and relief. He hurried to her and gathered her into his arms, squeezing so tightly she thought her ribs would crack.

  “Good God, Reggie, I’ve been half-baked with worry! I haven’t been in such bad shape since James took you with him to—well, never mind that now.” He set her away from him so he could look her over. “Are you all right? Have you been hurt?”

  “I’m fine, Tony, really I am.”

  She looked fine too. No rents in her gown, no curls out of place. But she had been gone for three bloody hours, and the things he had imagined happening to her…

  “I’m going to kill him first thing in the morning, as soon as I find out where the bloody hell he lives!”

  So that’s why there had been no pounding on the doors, Reggie realized.

  “It was all perfectly innocent, Tony,” she began, “a mistake—”

  “I know it was a mistake, Reggie. That idiot driver of yours assured me of that. He kept insisting Montieth would bring you back at any moment, that he and Lady Eddington were, ah… that they… well, I think you know what I mean. Oh, bloody hell!”

  “Yes.” Reggie grinned at his discomfort. “I do know what you mean.” Then she hastened to work him round. “The poor man thought you and his—”

  “Don’t say it! And that’s no excuse anyway!”

  “But can’t you imagine his expression, Tony, when he saw that he had the wrong lady?” Reggie giggled. “Oh, I wish I could have seen him.”