Courtship Wars: To Pleasure A Lady Part 27

Her response apparently wasn't wild enough for Marcus, though. His midnight-blue eyes smoldering, he insinuated his muscular leg between hers and slid his hands around her hips to her derriere, then lifted her up.

Startled by his unexpected action, Arabella clung to his shoulders for balance.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he ordered in a rough command.

"Marcus..."

He kissed her urgently again, drinking in any protest as his tongue thrust deeply into her mouth. Below, his arousal penetrated her cleft and forged in with a slow, inexorable pressure. Her body was soft and yielding, accepting the hard strength of his, but even so, Arabella gasped at the searing feel of his claiming.

Marcus captured the sound with his mouth. With his legs braced wide, he anch.o.r.ed her against him and drove in the rest of the way, till he was sheathed deeply inside her.

Arabella trembled in his arms as her flesh swelled tightly around his large possession. It was breathtaking, being filled by him this way. Breathtaking and stunning in intensity.

He held her locked securely against him and began to move his hips, withdrawing and then surging upward, plunging in long, forceful strokes. She shuddered at the impact as he drove himself into her, huge and hard, pumping in a demanding, arousing rhythm while his mouth devoured hers.

His raw desire left her shaken; his hungry plundering made her wild. Moaning, she writhed against him, matching her movements to his with frenzied abandon.

It was hard and fast and thrilling...and utterly explosive. The inferno broke over them at the same moment, splintering shards of fiery sensation through them both. Arabella sobbed against his mouth while Marcus staggered at the powerful convulsions, his arms clenching around her. Reeling with desire, he drank in her helpless cries, rendering his own hoa.r.s.e groans as he poured himself into her.

He was still gasping for breath when she sagged against him. He thrust into her savagely one last time, then went still except for the racking tremors that continued to buffet him.

They remained fused together for a long while, vibrating with aftershocks. Even when their bodies *

ceased their wild quaking, Marcus held Arabella tightly, savoring the feel of her.

Finally, though, he eased her to her feet, supporting her with his embrace when she leaned limply against him, too weak to stand on her own.

Marcus's low curse was ragged in the hushed quiet of the night. "d.a.m.nation...no finesse again ."

The husky, exhausted laughter that tumbled from her lips touched him even more than her wild response had done, but he couldn't excuse his own wildness. He pressed his lips against her hair in apology for his savagery. "Forgive me, Belle. I haven't lost control like that since I was a callow youth, but I couldn't wait."

"There is nothing to forgive," she rasped against his shoulder. "I couldn't wait, either."

He could hear the laughter in her voice, the pleasure, the contentment, and another fierce stab of desire pierced him.

Then Arabella raised her head and looked up at him, her beautiful face glowing in the moonlight. His heart turned over at the sight.

"I had no idea it was possible to make love that way," she whispered almost shyly.

He'd had no idea, either. He had never made love with such frenzy. The frantic urgency had left him gasping. He'd never felt such bliss with anyone but Arabella. The satisfaction of making love to her was shattering.

Perhaps it was her inexperience. Every aspect of lovemaking was very new to her, and her wonder and delight made it seem new to him, too. Tonight, however, she had responded to him with an ardent pa.s.sion that had stolen his breath, his very heart- Marcus suddenly went very still as the stunning realization shot through him.

He had fallen in love with Arabella. How else could he explain the powerful emotions he felt for her?

The thought jolted him badly; his head was reeling, his heart racing.

Yet he no longer had any doubt. He loved her.

It should have come as no surprise, he mused as he searched her face a little dazedly. Not when he felt such overwhelming possessiveness toward Arabella. Not when he felt such pleasure whenever he was with her. Such contentment. Such simple joy.

No woman had ever affected him as Arabella did; no one had ever come close. She supplied the fire that had been missing from his life.

Drew and Heath would call him mad-and perhaps he was. He'd been smitten, there was no other way to explain the feeling of tenderness and excitement that swept over him when he merely thought of Arabella. He'd never felt this profound need to be with someone the way he did with her.

Marcus inhaled a steadying breath. He hadn't counted on developing an unexpected ardor for his beautiful ward. So now what the devil was he to do about it?

He found himself frowning. Arabella had stormed the defenses of his heart while hers remained still intact. He felt his gut clench, realizing he faced a much greater dilemma than winning their wager. He wouldn't settle for a marriage of convenience with her now. Not when he finally recognized the depth of his feelings.

But winning Arabella's heart would be an even more daunting task than gaining her hand in marriage.

"What is wrong?" she asked when he continued staring at her.

Marcus schooled his expression to nonchalance. She wouldn't believe him if he told her; any professions of love he made would be considered mere blandishments in his effort to seduce her.

"Nothing is wrong," he lied. "I was only contemplating how beautiful you are in the moonlight."

The soft smile that curved her mouth made his heart quicken, but it started racing again when she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"I had best return to the house," she whispered, "before my sisters realize I am gone."

No, I won't let you go, Marcus thought fiercely. He was conscious of a savage urge to carry Arabella far away from here, a primal craving to keep her captive, in his sole possession, until she finally agreed to wed him and give him her heart.

Yet force wouldn't gain her surrender, he knew. She didn't trust him enough to love him. Didn't trust him not to hurt her.

Somehow he had to convince Arabella otherwise.

Realizing he needed to give the matter careful consideration, Marcus stepped back and fastened his breeches, then straightened her clothing.

Crushing the urge to make love to her again, he took her hand and led her back through the glade and across the terraced lawns to the gardens.

They entered the house the same way they had left, by the rear kitchen door. Marcus escorted Arabella as far as the back service stairs, where he paused to gaze down at her in the dim light of a wall sconce.

He meant to kiss her good night before sending her up to her bedchamber alone, but when he took her in his arms, a noise above him made him halt.

Looking up, Marcus cursed silently.

Arabella's sisters were waiting for them at the head of the stairs, and neither appeared happy. Roslyn's expression was troubled, while Lilian looked dismayed.

"See, I told you Belle was in danger," Lily said, her voice low and hoa.r.s.e and despairing.

Chapter Fourteen.

What fools we females can be, letting ourselves be seduced by a charming address and a handsome face.

-Arabella to f.a.n.n.y Protectively, Marcus stepped in front of Arabella, but she wouldn't allow herself to hide behind him.

"Good night, my lord," she murmured, slipping past him.

He caught her arm. "If you need me-"

"Thank you, but I had best speak to my sisters alone."

Aware that she had badly disappointed them, Arabella mounted the stairs to the second-floor landing.

Both Lily and Roslyn followed her down the corridor to her bedchamber and closed the door behind them. The strained silence that ensued did not last long.

"How could you, Arabella?" Lily demanded unhappily. "Sneaking out with the earl for a midnight tryst.

You have been kissing him, haven't you? Your hair is disheveled and your mouth is red and bruised."

Indeed, she looked a perfect wanton, Arabella realized when she glimpsed her reflection in the cheval gla.s.s. She bit her lower lip in chagrin. At least the damp, tender ache between her thighs wasn't visible.

Her muteness only distressed Lily more. "Just how far has your affair with Lord Danvers gone, Belle?"

She could feel heat searing her cheeks. She had no desire to confess that she had not only given her virginity to Marcus, she'd spent the last three nights making mad, pa.s.sionate love with him.

Before Lily could press her further, however, Roslyn intervened in a gentler but just as troubled tone.

"We are worried for you, Arabella. You are exhibiting all the signs of a dangerous ardor. We don't want you to be hurt again."

Arabella grimaced. "You needn't worry, truly. I won't let myself fall in love like last time."

"But you could still be hurt," Roslyn pointed out. "Think carefully, Arabella. If you continue in this vein, you may have no choice but to wed Lord Danvers. You cannot afford to create a scandal-not unless you are prepared to see our academy's reputation suffer. If your indiscretions become known, marriage to him will be your only course."

Disliking to acknowledge that possibility, Arabella swallowed hard. She had deliberately ignored the risk of scandal for the momentary pleasure of being with Marcus.

"Yes, please think, Arabella," Lily pleaded. "You don't want to be forced to wed him to save your reputation."

"Even worse," Roslyn added softly, "is the prospect of being locked in a union like Mama and Papa were. If the earl doesn't love you, he could make your life a misery the way Papa did Mama."

"I know," Arabella murmured. "My behavior has been reckless. But it won't happen again."

"I hope not," Lily said, true distress in her voice. "If you don't take care, he will seduce you. Surely you don't want to wind up like Mama, falling under the spell of a charmer, l.u.s.ting after a man to the detriment of your entire family?"

The notion struck Arabella like a blow. Was that what she was doing? She stared at her youngest sister in dismay. It appalled her to think that she might be following in her mother's footsteps.

"Has it come to that, Arabella?" Roslyn said more quietly. "Are you letting your heart overrule your head, like Mama did?"

Arabella shook her head earnestly. "My heart is not involved. I have known Marcus barely a few weeks. That is too short a time to develop any lasting ardor."

"You may not be able to help yourself," Lily a.s.serted. "Doubtless he is counting on your feminine weakness, trusting that he can make you fall in love with him. He is playing on your physical desires-and he is clearly succeeding."

Arabella couldn't refute the charge; she had warned herself of the same thing countless times. She raised a hand to her temple. "I won't deny that I feel a physical attraction for him, but it is only pa.s.sion I feel."

"Then you had best keep away from him entirely," Roslyn advised. "Pa.s.sion is not a sound basis for marriage. Pa.s.sion can burn out quickly, and then what is left?" Roslyn hesitated, gazing at her sympathetically. "It might be different if there were any chance you could come to love each other."

Roslyn's advocacy of love was not surprising. She was not set against marriage as Lily was; she just felt strongly that love must come first if a union was to have any chance of truly prospering.

"There is little chance of that," Arabella replied. "He doesn't want a love match. He only wants a marriage of convenience with a proper wife to breed him heirs."

"Then you should end your courtship now."

"Yes," Lily seconded. "You don't dare risk falling in love with him, Belle. Love can turn you into an utter fool, blinding you to all else."

Arabella nodded in agreement. Roslyn was the wisest of the three of them and could be counted on to a.n.a.lyze the situation rationally. Lily, on the other hand, was speaking from sheer emotion. Despite her hoydenish ways, she was the most sensitive Loring sister and had been hurt most by their mother's abandonment.

Yet Arabella shared Lily's feelings in this instance. Love made a woman much too vulnerable and susceptible to lunacy. She well knew the pain love could cause, both from her own experience and from her mother's. Victoria Loring had fallen in love and destroyed her family because of it....

"You are right, of course," Arabella murmured.

Evidently Lily wasn't convinced of her sincerity. "We can try to help you resist him, but only you can crush your feelings for him before they go too far."

"I know." She couldn't- wouldn't-permit herself to fall in love with Marcus. She squared her shoulders. "You needn't worry about me, Lily. Our wager ends on Monday-only two and a half more days."

"Hang the blasted wager!" Lily declared. "You have to call it off immediately. It is not worth the risk."

She couldn't call off the wager now. Not when she was so close. She had her sisters to think of as well as herself. Their independence was also at stake. If she lost the wager, Lily and Roslyn would suffer for it.

Taking a deep breath, she gazed solemnly back at them, filled with new resolve. "No, truly. I promise I will keep away from Marcus from now on. No midnight trysts...no trysts of any kind. I won't allow myself to be alone with him ever again."

It was a promise she was determined to keep, Arabella vowed to herself. The reminder of their mother's behavior had had a chilling effect-and she had absolutely no intention of losing her heart the way her mother had done.

She managed to hold to her promise for the better part of the next day. Knowing Marcus had an afternoon appointment in London on a political matter but not wanting to risk encountering him beforehand, Arabella eschewed breakfast and left Danvers Hall early with her sisters to take refuge at the academy. There, she distracted herself the entire morning by listening to musical performances.

The afternoon pa.s.sed much more slowly, since it was Sat.u.r.day. With only a half day of lessons scheduled, the young ladies were allowed the afternoon free to do whatever they pleased. Most chose to go shopping in the village, which left the school unusually quiet.

Despite Arabella's best intentions and her sisters' attempts to divert her, Marcus occupied her thoughts far too often. Thus, she accepted readily when Roslyn and Lily suggested they take an early tea with Jane Caruthers, the spinster who ran the school's daily operations. When Tess Blanchard elected to join them, the pleasant interlude became reminiscent of the early days before they opened the academy, when the five of them had regularly gathered to discuss plans.

Afterward, the ladies repaired to the dining room, where their pupils were partaking of their own tea.

They had barely settled when Jane was summoned away by the housekeeper, Mrs. Phipps.