“It’s a good thing, then, that I came when I did. You should not be alone. Now, come closer and let me see you,” he demanded.
“You’re not touching me,” she announced. “Besides, I’m perfectly fine. And it’s unseemly for you to be visit-ing in the evening when my brother is out.”
“And why is that?” he murmured.
“You know perfectly well why. It’s the evening, Alynwick. You know what people will think if it gets out that you have been over in the evening while my brother is not at home.”
“That we are having sex, is that it? You fool yourself, Beth, or perhaps you forget the fact that one can fuck quite adequately in the daylight during a polite morning call.”
She blushed at his crass language, and he laughed.
“Morning or evening. Either way, people will wonder what it is I am doing here. It’s the way of the ton.”
“Oh, your language,” she muttered, but winced as the pain in her head worsened. “You try my patience to no end.” And desolate my heart.
To hear what occurred between them debased to something done in a brothel made her want to retch.
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pulled her closer while ignoring her gasp and struggles, and tilted her head, to what she perceived was the light from an oil lamp, for she felt the flickering heat on her cheek, smelled the scent of the burning oil.
“You were waltzing.”
The words, spoken so softly, stopped her cold. “You were spying on me!” she accused in outrage, but with typical Alynwick indifference he did not seem at all cha-grined to be caught intruding upon her privacy.
“For whose arms were you risking life and limb?”
“None of your concern.”
She felt him brush up against her, then dab at her brow with his handkerchief, which was covered in his scent, and did nothing but stir her unease.
“You’re already starting to bruise. I wish I could have arrived sooner, caught you before you fell.”
“I wish you had not been spying in the first place!” Straightening her spine, she winced in pain before she could check the emotion. Alynwick was already leaning back, his deft fingers trailing across the skin that was revealed by the neck of her gown.
“You’re bleeding here, too—and bruised. Let me see.”
“I think you have seen enough for one day, my lord. I thank you for picking me up off the ground. Now if you would be so kind as to take your leave, Maggie can see to my war wounds.”
“I have no other appointments for the evening. I am happy to linger and assist you.”
“Well, I do have appointments,” she growled. “Now take yourself off.”
“Ah,” he said, and there was a wealth of knowledge in that one word. “Shelly must be coming by. An evening call? How sordid, Elizabeth.”
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will die ten thousand deaths if he arrives and I am looking like this.”
“Looking like what?” he murmured silkily as he tugged a few strands of hair that were already falling from her coiffure. “Like you have been well and truly tumbled?”
“Like I have tripped and fallen like a blind fool,” she snapped, pulling away from him.
“Never a fool, Beth,” he said, and she hated—and adored—the way he said her name. “Shall I take you in my arms and waltz with you?”
“Certainly not.”
“Shall I just take you in my arms, then?”
“I am not a child, my lord.”
“I know. One look at your body and no man could think you a child. But still, I have the mad urge to kiss away your pain and make you feel better. I could, you know.” His voice was a deep rumble as his finger traced her collarbone. “I could take away the pain, replace the ache with another sort of ache, a thrumming heaviness, one of yearning deep in your core.” His hand slowly glided down, to where her breasts were pushed high beneath her bodice. Sinking one finger into the cleft, he slowly moved it up and down, intimating the carnal act she remembered all too easily.
“I could bend you back and pleasure you, and you wouldn’t even feel the scrapes between your shoulders as you lay against the settee, because you would be too far gone with the feel of my mouth and lips tasting you…
parting you.” With his thick finger he did just that, parted her breasts, creating a space for his tongue to flick and lave and circle, intimating another act he had performed on her once so long ago. He had a beautiful mouth, a skilled tongue that shocked yet excited her. She had been BOUND GALLEY EDITION March 23, 2012
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mortified by what he had done, but not enough to make him stop. No, she had only opened wider to him, and lowered her hand to his hair, so she could feel the movement of his head against her.
Oh, God, she was breathing too fast, her breasts responding to his touch, her body liquefying with the silky, tempting voice of the devil. “I know how it will be—how I will find you beneath the heavy layers of your skirts.
So wet, Beth, thick and drenched and ready for me to slide inside and make you moan with the pain and pleasure of a climax that I will hold just out of your reach, until,” he murmured, “you call my name and ask me to make you come.”
She was already wet, her breasts heaving at the provocative words. In truth, she was nearly there, and he knew it, felt his knowing smile against the crest of her breast. She frowned, wished she could glare at the man.
“You are positively indecent and insufferably arrogant.”
“I know, and secretly you love it, I think.”
“There is nothing secret I feel for you.” He was about to respond when providence saved her.
Maggie had arrived, making a great fuss as she carried her ointments and potions into the room. Elizabeth heard the thump of linen hit the table. Miraculously, she was able to grab hold of her riotous emotions and hide them behind a steady voice.
“Goodness, we’re not performing surgery, Maggie. It is nothing but a simple cut.”
“It’s begun to drip down your forehead.” Immediately she raised her hand to her head, and only managed to smear it more. “It’s drying.” What a sight she must look. And in front of Iain Sinclair, who no doubt was dressed impeccably and looking far too handsome, while smiling smugly as he thought BOUND GALLEY EDITION March 23, 2012
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how easily her body capitulated to his words of seduction. It was enough to make a very composed woman want to scream and pull at her hair.
“Allow me.”
There was nothing else to be done but to sit quietly and permit Iain to fix the mess she had made, especially with Maggie looking on. She heard the cloth being dunked in the water, the drops raining back into the bowl as it was wrung out.
“Sit back, Elizabeth,” he commanded, “and rest your head against the settee.”
She did as he asked, only because she could not possibly manage herself, and to have him sitting there watching her muddle through the painstaking operation would be too much to bear. So she permitted herself to lean back, and allowed him to bend over her and hold the cloth against her forehead.
“There’s ointment here, my lord. A soothing mint salve. I see both her palms are reddened and scraped.
They’ll need ointment, too.”
Contrary as she was, Lizzy curled her fingers, concealing her palms. She needn’t have bothered, for he left the cloth
on her head and began to pry her fingers loose slowly, one by one, until both her palms were revealed and his finger was grazing the tender flesh.
“Friction burn,” he murmured. “You must have slid on the carpet before landing on the marble.” She burned. But it had nothing to do with the carpet, and everything to do with the way his finger slowly caressed her palm, making intricate little strokes, erotic circles that started out wide and narrowed into soft little brushes of his fingertips. He had done the same movement before, but it had not been her palm he had stroked so expertly, but the pale pink of her areola, stopping only BOUND GALLEY EDITION March 23, 2012
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when he had reached her hardened nipple. She could not fight back the memory or the way her body recalled that illicit pleasure. Did he remember that afternoon, lying beside the brook in the long grass? Did he remember how he had picked up a green reed and watched avidly as he teased the tip of her nipple with the end of it? Good God, she could not forget it, or what had followed!
The ringing of the doorbell made her jump. The cloth fell from her head and onto her bosom with a sloppy wet sound, while her fingers wrapped reflexively around Iain’s hand.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. “What time is it, Maggie?”
“I will see to it, miss,” her companion answered. “You just repair yourself here and I shall set things to right out there.”
“I suppose it could be worse,” Elizabeth muttered, forgetting she was not alone. “He could have been here when I was lying on the floor, splayed out like a felled deer.” Iain’s laugh as he took the cloth and tossed it into the basin did nothing to make her feel better. “Indeed he could have, but then he would have been gifted with the sight of your bottom in the air, and the hem of your gown up around your knees. No man should gain that gift so easily.”
She snorted. He had. And much easier than that, she reminded herself.
“Your forehead has stopped bleeding,” he mumbled as he dabbed her brow once more. “Although it’s bruised.
You might even have a black eye from it.”
“Lovely. I shall tell Maggie to inform my caller that I am indisposed.”
“Coward.”
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her, his dark eyes scrutinizing her face. “I am no coward,” she growled back.
“You never were before,” he challenged. “So why now?”
“Because my forehead is cut, my eye black and no doubt my gown is dirty. It is hardly the way a woman wants to present herself to…to…”
“Her lover?”
Elizabeth swallowed, bristling at the word, uttered in Iain’s velvet voice. “Caller,” she clarified.
“Little coward,” he whispered once more, but this time he said it as he raised her hand to his mouth.
“I am not!” she hissed as she felt him press a kiss into the tender flesh of her palm, then followed it with the supple glide of his tongue.
“Yes, you are. You try to wish for what awaits you outside this room, when you are really wanting what I whispered to you—what we could do here if you allowed me to lay you back and press my body into yours, to put my lips to all those secret places I want to taste, those places you want to hold me to. But you’re too afraid, too cowardly to admit that you wanted it a few minutes ago—
wanted it so desperately. And you still do.”
“How dare you!” She snatched back her hand, but Iain leaned forward and recaptured it. This time when he touched her, it was not with his lips or his tongue, but with the soothing salve Maggie had brought.
“I do, indeed, dare much. But you, Elizabeth, are worth it.”
“Such flattery, Alynwick. I have heard it before from you, and have learned it is meaningless. I don’t want to talk like this. I don’t want you speaking to me in such a fashion.”
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right, then, we shall discuss something else—for now.
Why were you practicing the waltz?” She sighed, feeling defeated. “Because I thought he might one day ask me to dance, and I wanted to make certain that I could manage it without doing something like this—only in front of a couple hundred peers.”
“Do you not trust him to protect you?”
“Of course,” she said indignantly.
“No, you don’t. Else you would not have tried this stunt by yourself.”
“Oh, do cease talking,” she barked, hating how he so easily consumed her thoughts and strength. “And finish quickly.”
“If me finishing quickly makes your visit to him all the more precipitous, then you may be assured that I shall take my own damn time.”
“Why do you toy with me?” she demanded. “Why, when you come here, can you not leave me be?” His fingers stilled against her palm for the briefest second before he reached for her, trailed his thumb along her jaw, tipping her head until she knew her sightless eyes were settled on his face. She closed her lids, tried to turn away, but he held her still.
“Don’t look away,” he whispered, and there was such anguish in those words that she opened her eyelids—still unable to see—and wished she could barter her soul for the chance to see him looking at her once more. “I can’t see you, you know that.”
“Yes, you can. You can see me sitting here with you, on this settee, our knees touching, my fingers on your pale skin. You can imagine my expression—it’s one of horror, and terror, because I am thinking of you quitting this room, and me, and walking to him. I canna bear it, BOUND GALLEY EDITION March 23, 2012
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Beth,” he groaned. “Everything inside me screams that it’s wrong.”
“It isn’t,” she said, trying to keep her voice from trembling. “The only thing that is wrong is being alone in this room with you. It was wrong when I allowed you in all those years ago. It still is wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong between you and me. It’s been the only right thing in my life.”
He had no knowledge of the pain he had wreaked upon her—the regret, the hatred she had felt for being weak and silly and naive. It had been the worst decision of her life, allowing him to take her body and soul, and yet he sat here, claiming it had felt right to him. Then why had he left? Why had he allowed his wedding banns to another to be read in church? Why had he bedded her, toyed with her and walked away without another glance?
“I believe I am mended,” she said, her voice controlled.
She rose from the settee, slowly, regally, not allowing him to see how much discomfort she was in, or how she foolishly wanted nothing more than to stay on the settee with him. Foolish, impulsive female. She could not fight him like this. She could never withstand the slow, sensual onslaught that had always been her undoing. She would not survive it again when he walked away from her.
So she would resist. She must. Although she never would have believed it would be so easy to find herself falling once again. Not after his betrayal, after the pain he had inflicted upon her. How weak willed she was when it came to him, when he offered her the sweet seduction she still thought about deep in the night when she was alone, her body aching for the affection of another. When she yearned to be touched.
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sp; stiffen her spine, she said, “I thank you for your assistance, my lord. Good evening.”
As elegantly as possible, Elizabeth picked her way across the room to the door. In her mind she recalled the placement of the furniture, which hadn’t changed since she’d lost her sight—Adrian had seen to that. It was a relief to know she would not make a fool of herself yet again in front of Iain.
“So the little lamb runs from the big bad wolf.” Her hand twisted on the knob, but she didn’t pull open the door. Without turning back she said, “The lamb is little no longer.”
“But she still fears the wolf.”
“No, not fears. She is aware. She knows what the wolf is capable of, and she wishes to give him a wide berth so that he may go his own way.”
“The wolf won’t give up.”
“The lamb will not allow herself to be destroyed by him. She narrowly escaped the last time.”
“Beth…”
How had she not heard him rise from the settee and cross the floor? It was impossible, especially with her heightened hearing, but here he was, his chest to her back, his groin fitted into the softness of her bottom as his palms flattened against the door, closing it with a soft click.
“Last night in Grantham Field, I faced death, and unlike others who have stared it in the face, I did not see my life and what I had done flash before me. I saw you….
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“Don’t do this,” she begged as she lowered her head and let it rest against the cool wood. “Please.” His hand slid down the door, only to rest against her shoulder while his fingers toyed with the strands of hair that had fallen loose.
“Don’t go to him,” he breathed against her neck. His lips found the pulse there, and he sucked it gently before coming up to whisper in her ear, “Stay with me, Beth.
Let the wolf come to the lamb.”
“So that he may what?” she asked, her voice shaking, her body trembling.
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