Passion Regency Style

by Wendy Vella

  “The Twoaks Derby. Remember, it is not far away and you had mentioned riding in it. I’m not sure now that you are capable.”

  Now that was better, Will thought. The fear had gone from her eyes.

  “B—but you defended me against, the major!” Olivia spluttered.

  Will flicked something invisible from his sleeve before he answered. “That was before I realized how delicate your constitution was.”

  Livvy looked at her sister who seemed just as surprised as she, although Will thought he saw the hint of a smile in Phoebe’s eyes.

  “I do not have a delicate constitution. I had a headache!”

  “If a mere headache can lay you low then surely a stray whip or kick from another rider will put you in bed for weeks.”

  Will wondered if he got her angry enough whether she would tell him what had happened yesterday.

  “I wish I had a whip now!”

  “Livvy!” Phoebe gasped. “That’s not very nice when Lord Ryder has cut his trip to London short to accompany us home.”

  “Well, he’s not being very nice,” she muttered, folding her arms in a defiant gesture that made Will want to lift her into his arms and kiss her senseless.

  “Forgive me. I had thought my words showed concern, Olivia. I did not mean to offend you.”

  She sat on the edge of her seat scowling at him.

  “Yes, you did, and I do not appreciate your words at all. I will ride in that bloody Derby and do you know what, Lord Ryder?”

  What was it about this woman that made him feel so much? Just looking at her made something stir inside his chest.

  “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me, Miss Langley.”

  “I’m going to beat every one of those so-called strong men and then we shall see what you and the major have to say.”

  “And I hope that you do, Olivia,” he said, holding her eyes steady.

  That deflated her; she sank back on the seat and looked at him. “You provoked me deliberately, didn’t you?”

  “Of course not.”

  The sisters snorted their disbelief at his innocent expression but said nothing further. Will was relieved that, for the remainder of the journey at least, the conversation was livelier, even if occasionally Livvy’s eyes clouded with worry when she thought he wasn’t looking.

  Darkness had fallen as had more snow as the carriage pulled into the small inn they had stopped at on their way to London.

  “Come,” Will said stepping from the carriage and indicating the sisters should follow. The proprietor was pleased to see them again and Will ordered food to be served in their rooms, then escorted the sisters up the stairs.

  “We shall head for home after our morning meal,” he then said, stopping outside their door. He smiled at Livvy and she offered him a tentative one back, and then as Phoebe went inside he ran a finger down one of her cheeks.

  “Leave your worries at the door tonight, Olivia. Rest and know I am only a few minutes away should you need me.”

  “I shall try,” she said before following her sister inside and shutting the door softly behind her.

  ***

  Livvy woke up shivering. Phoebe was snoring softly beside her and every time she moved she took the blankets with her, exposing Livvy to a blast of chilly air. Slipping from the bed, she pulled on her coat and boots. She needed more blankets or a hot brick, anything to chase away this chill that seemed to have taken up residence inside her. Opening the door, she closed it quietly behind her and then winced as a board creaked under her foot.

  “Olivia, where are you going?”

  Livvy saw Will’s head first and then his bare torso followed.

  “I had thought to get another blanket, my lord, as the room is cold and I cannot sleep.” She couldn’t look away from his chest. Were all men as muscled as he?

  “Come, I will give you one of my blankets to keep you warm while I see about getting you what you need,” he urged.

  Livvy shook her head and made her way towards the stairs. “I shall just get some more from the proprietor. It will take but a minute.”

  “You are not walking around here alone at this hour, Olivia.”

  Livvy suddenly felt herself lifted in the air.

  “Put me down,” she whispered loudly. “I can look after myself, Lord Ryder.”

  He placed her back on her feet inside his room and shut the door behind them.

  “Do you have to fight me every step of the way?”

  “Yes,” Olivia said as memories of when she had last been in this room filled her head. She had opened his shirt and lay against that heated skin and it was foolish to want the same again. Dragging her eyes from him, she looked at the candle she still held.

  “I’m not your enemy, Olivia,” he said, taking it from her and setting it down on the table, walking back to where she stood he then wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Warming you up.”

  The blissful heat from his body felt so good.

  “I need to go back to my room. Please, Will, let me leave.”

  “Soon,” he whispered, pressing her head onto his chest.

  Laying one hand on the solid-muscled plains of his chest, she felt the steady beat of his heart beneath, and the last of her resistance fled. How could anything this right be wrong, Livvy wondered. She couldn’t fight him anymore, not tonight.

  “Thank you, Will.”

  “For what?” he said, taking her fingers in his and kissing them softly, leaving each one alive with sensation as he moved on to the next.

  Olivia knew she had no rights to this man and that they could have no future together, yet as she lay there, pressed against his big warm body, she came to a decision. If she had only one night with him then she would take it and store it in her memories for the times when she missed him most. She wanted him to be the first and only man to know her body intimately, because Livvy knew that after tonight there would be no other for her. In truth, there never had been.

  “The buns, the firewood, taking us to London—in fact, everything.” Olivia sighed, lifting her head from his chest to look up at him. Running her fingers along his jaw, she then trailed them down the column of his throat. He swallowed and she knew he felt her touch as deeply as she did his.

  “I want to give you so much more, Olivia.” His hand cupped her face. “Share your worries with me, let me help you.”

  Livvy placed her fingers over his mouth. “We can have this night, Will, but no talk of tomorrows, please,” Olivia added. “Tomorrows are too uncertain.”

  “This will not be the only night we share, Livvy, I’ll make sure of it.” His words were a vow and it broke her heart to know that she could never allow them to happen.

  He kissed her softly, drawing a response from her and soon Livvy arched into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Only then did he deepen the kiss.

  “Over the years, my memories of you remained clear yet they didn’t do you justice,” he whispered against her lips. Picking up several of her curls, he wrapped them gently around his fist and urged her closer. “You’re so beautiful, Olivia. Everything about you touches something inside.”

  “I missed you so much.” Livvy needed to tell him that.

  “I know, sweetheart, but had I stayed then the man I was, would not have been good enough for you. It was not just my family who deserved more from me.”

  “Make me yours, Will, please,” Livvy said. She did not want to hear any more of his words when one day she would have to walk away from him as he had her. Livvy knew the pain of their last separation would be nothing compared to this time.

  “You’ve always been mine, Olivia Langley, just as I have always been yours.”

  Stepping out of his arms, she reached for the buttons on her coat.

  “Are you sure, Livvy?”

  “I have never wanted anything more.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Will’s throat went dry as L
ivvy slowly opened her coat. Each movement of her hands told him of her nerves, her fingers fumbling with the task. Her innocence made him want her more, the sensual sweetness in her eyes as she shot him nervous glances turning his body hard with need.

  “I want you so much,” he rasped, looking at the white nightdress she wore beneath. Her small candle offered little light, yet he could see the outline of her body through the soft, worn fabric, as she wore nothing beneath. Full and unbound, her breasts were partially covered by long coils of silken hair, the dark circles of her nipples peaking under the fabric, urging him to touch them. She looked up at him, her eyes holding the promise he had wanted since their first kiss.

  “Touch me, Will.”

  Slipping an arm around her waist, he gathered her back into his arms.

  “I will, my sweet, everywhere.” Will placed his lips on her neck, tasting the smooth skin.

  “Pl—please blow out the candle.”

  She was an innocent and this one time he would do as she asked him, but when next they made love it would be in his bed and he would have branches of candles lighting the entire room so he could see her beautiful body.

  Picking her up, Will walked to the bed and, sweeping the covers aside, he then laid her on the sheets beneath. He felt her eyes following his every move as quickly he pulled off his boots. Then, clad only in his breeches, he joined her.

  “This,” Will whispered, stroking her hair, “was what first drew me to you. It has so many colors, both sunrise and sunset, the blaze of fire and golden hue of the brightest day.” Lifting a lock to his lips, he then stroked it down her cheek.

  She gently laid the palm of her hand on his chest, and that single gesture made an ache start deep in Will’s belly. Need consumed him. She was fire in his blood. Easing her onto her back, he unbuttoned her nightdress and then with her help, removed it.

  “I want to kiss you, Livvy, every inch of your soft skin, every dip and hollow, every lush curve is mine to explore.”

  “Can I touch you?” she whispered, her voice thick with need.

  “Yes.” He shuddered at the thought of her hands on his body. “I long for your touch.”

  Climbing from the bed, he quickly removed the rest of his clothing and then lay beside her again. The room was dark, with only the faintest shaft of moonlight now filtering through the window, but it was enough to see the dark bruises on her breast.

  “These marks,” Will said, tracing each raised welt. “Tell me how you got them.” She heard the threat in his words, because she went still.

  “’Tis nothing, Will, just a few scratches from the brambles at home. I fell into them while picking blackberries.”

  “Those marks are not from blackberries, Olivia, especially as they are not ripe at this time of the year.” He rose over her and braced his hands beside her head. “Who did this to you?”

  “No one did this. I fell, there is no more to it than that,” she whispered.

  “Stop lying to me,” he growled, trapping her legs beneath his as she tried to move. “Tell me now, Olivia, and I will see they are punished.”

  She arched up into him, wrapping her arms around him.

  “Livvy,” he warned, trying to ignore the feel of her breasts against his chest. “Tell me who did this.”

  She moved against him again, the friction causing them both to moan. Tracing her tongue along his lips, she then kissed him deeply.

  Will lost every rational thought as one of her hands began to stroke him. She kissed his jaw and cheeks and then her fingers brushed along the base of his spine, making him shudder.

  He took her mouth beneath his, deepening the kiss. Where one stopped another started. He kissed her neck and shoulders, making his way to the full slopes beneath.

  “My luscious Livvy,” he breathed against her silken skin. He licked the top of her breasts and she moaned as he began to travel down one creamy curve reaching the taunt nipple, eager and waiting for him. He bit softly into the crest and she made a small sound that hiked up his passions another notch. Lust consumed him; later, he would find out who had dared to hurt her and make them pay, but right now he would make love to her until she realized she belonged to him now, body and soul.

  Livvy tried to breathe as Will lathed kisses over her breasts. Driving her fingers into his hair, she raked her nails over his scalp. Her body was taut and need was pooling between her thighs. Sensation was building inside urging for release. He moved to her ribs, where he brushed soft kisses over them and then down to her belly. Each sweep of his tongue made her writhe, and when she felt his breath on her curls, she gasped. He placed one hand on her stomach, anchoring her in place and then he moved lower. Dear God, he was kissing her there, between her legs and it was… magnificent! She cried out as he touched his tongue to the plump folds and then moaned when he found the taut little bud which he tugged gently between his teeth until she arched off the bed. He pushed a finger inside her and Livvy felt her body give and then she was spiraling over the edge as pleasure washed through her. Still reeling, Livvy felt Will’s large body climb up hers and then his lips were on hers again, seeking a response which she willingly gave.

  “Open your legs, sweetheart, and wrap them around my hips.”

  She did as he asked and felt him begin to enter her body.

  “There will be pain, love.”

  “I know. Please, Will, make me yours,” Livvy begged as he stretched her further.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Livvy.” She heard the strain in his voice as he held back.

  “You could never hurt me,” Livvy whispered. Running her fingers over his sides she felt the tension in him. Arching upwards, she took the rest of him inside her.

  “Livvy!”

  “Yes, Will, now I am yours.”

  He placed his forehead on hers and remained still for several seconds, letting her adjust to him.

  “The pain has eased,” Livvy whispered.

  He pulled out and thrust back in; she didn’t wince or tense so he did it again and soon her cries were matching his moans. Livvy felt the delicious tension build inside her once more. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him tight.

  “Yes, love, let go for me.”

  “Will!” Livvy cried as again she felt the sensations swamp her. Seconds later, he stiffened inside her and called out her name, following her into oblivion.

  “Are you all right, Livvy?”

  He lay slumped beside her. Both of them were breathing hard.

  “Yes.” Was all Livvy could manage.

  Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her head onto his shoulder and then, reaching for the blankets, he tugged them up. Livvy settled against him, her nose pressed into his chest, one hand resting over the steady beat of his heart, and in seconds they were both asleep.

  Livvy opened her eyes as gray streaks of dawn filtered slowly into the room. Looking at the broad chest beneath her cheek, she could not remember a night when she had slept so deeply. She felt warm with him holding her close to his body.

  Moving slowly, she sat up and his hand fell to the bed beside her. His face was relaxed in sleep and she saw the boy he had once been. Livvy studied him; she would never see him like this again, never wake in his arms or feel his lips on hers.

  Making herself move before he woke, she slowly climbed from the bed. The floor was cold and she was soon shivering as she searched the room for her nightdress and coat. Hurriedly pulling her clothing on, she tiptoed to the door and opened it and then with one last look at the large handsome male she loved slumbering peacefully, she slipped into the hall and closed it behind her.

  Phoebe still slept the sleep of the undisturbed as she entered their room, so Livvy climbed into the chair and wrapped her hands around her knees and waited. Memories of last night washed over her, of the gentleness and words Will had used. She shivered as she remembered the delicious sensations he had made her feel with his hands and lips. She would have to hold those memories close. Tuck them inside and only
bring them out when she was desperate to remember him.

  “Livvy?”

  “It’s all right, Phoebe. I rose early and decided not to wake you so I have been watching the new day arrive.”

  “Oh,” was all her sister said as she huddled beneath the covers. “Perhaps as you are awake you could see about getting us some tea.”

  Climbing to her feet, Livvy ignored the new twinges in her muscles last night’s activities had left her with.

  “As you wish, Madam.”

  “And toast!” Phoebe called as she left the room once more.

  Will opened his eyes and reached for Livvy, only to find the space beside him cold and empty. Looking around the room, he searched for any sign of her but she had gone. He understood she had left because of Phoebe but he did not like it. He wanted her in his arms and beneath him.

  She was his now, his to cherish for the rest of their lives. Eager to see her, he hurried out of bed to wash and dress.

  Two hours later, his fingers itched to lunge across the carriage and grab Olivia and shake her until her teeth rattled. She had greeted him at breakfast politely, as though they were strangers, her smile false and overly bright like any silly, young debutante. If Phoebe hadn’t been seated next to her he would have hauled her back up the stairs and ravished her. What the hell was she playing at? She had said last night that they could have one night together as tomorrows were uncertain, but he hadn’t believed her.

  “I am glad we have just passed through Damply, my lord. I must admit to feeling heartily sick of the inside of your carriage,” Phoebe said.

  “Yes, I imagine you had greater plans for your first foray into London, Phoebe. One hopes that your next visit will be of a longer duration.”

  Livvy was looking out the window but Will noticed her flinch as he mentioned

  London.

  “You never did tell me if you managed to see your cousin, Olivia. It would have been a shame to go all that way and not catch up with him.”

  “H—he was otherwise engaged and unable to find time to see us, my lord.”

  Livvy reluctantly turned to face him as she spoke, and he knew she was lying because it was something she had never done well.