Desperate Debutantes - The Hazards Of Hunting A Duke Part 22

His pulse was pounding, keeping time with his throbbing c.o.c.k. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and luxuriated in the light, ethereal touch of a woman's hand on his body. Her hands moved down again, flowing over his skin, to his hips, and moved like a feather across his erection. But there she paused, and through the fabric of his buckskins, she caressed him.

Jared sucked in his breath when she touched him; his head snapped up and he grabbed her arms. "Come here," he growled, moving forward, his hands cupping her face.

She shook her head. "Allow me this," she said, using his words from the first night they had lain together, as her hand cupped him. "I am your wife and you will allow me this."

b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, he'd allow her the sun, the moon, the stars-whatever she might desire. With a groan of surrender, he fell back against the chair, his body on fire. Ava tossed the silk aside, and with both hands, she undid his belt, and opened the flap that scarcely contained the evidence of his pa.s.sion. When his c.o.c.k sprang free, Ava did not flinch; she drew a breath, leaned down, and closed her lips around the tip of him.

His blood turned to liquid fire. Jared grabbed Ava's head, tried to lift her, but she was steadfast and took hold of his hips, then slid the length of him into her mouth.

The tender flick of her tongue proved more than he could bear, and he abruptly sat up, took her face in his hands, and forced her to look up. Her eyes had a sultry, hot look to them. He reached under her arms and easily pulled her into his lap. Her dressing gown fell open, exposing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to him, and he eagerly took one to his mouth as his hand sought the juncture of her legs.

He found it, hot and wet, the flesh swollen. Above him, he heard her ragged draw of breath, felt the tables turn. He was in control now. He held her firmly by the hips and moved her against his c.o.c.k. Ava, his bride, his beautiful, sensual bride, gasped for breath above him. He moved her body, positioning her, and looked up at her face. She was flushed with excitement, her eyes glittering, and slowly, carefully, he slid into her.

She closed her eyes; her head fell back as she sank down on him, and she let out a long, deep sigh of pleasure. He moved gently in her, afraid to hurt her, afraid he might overwhelm her with the pa.s.sion raging in him. But when Ava lifted her head and smiled down at him, he began to move with more a.s.surance.

She began to move, too-awkwardly at first, but then matching his rhythm. His hands sought her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, his mouth her skin, and when he thought he couldn't reach her, couldn't reach deep enough, he put one arm around her waist and surged up, taking them both to the rug at his feet. Her legs came up on either side of him; he slid deeper and harder, his hand between them, stroking her to the same explosive conclusion that was building in him.

Moaning, she moved beneath him, bucking against him until she found her release with one long, low cry. She grabbed him, her nails digging into his skin, her mouth on his shoulder.

He drove into her, felt the draw of his own release and shuddered his life's blood into her.

A moment pa.s.sed as they lay panting. When Jared had finally regained his senses, he thought he might be hurting her and shifted, bracing himself with his arms. "Lie still," he murmured as he kissed her cheek. "I shall bring you a clean dressing gown."

"Mmm," she responded, stretched her arms above her head, and gave him a very sated, catlike smile. Jared kissed her lips, then stood up, pulled his buckskins up, and walked into his dressing room to find her a dressing gown.

But when he walked into his room again, Ava was on her feet, had wrapped her dressing gown around her, and had picked up the length of red silk.

He smiled. "Do you mean to dance again?" he asked, holding the gown out to her. "For if you do, lady, you might kill me."

She smiled lopsidedly, walked to where he stood, rose up on her toes, and kissed him soundly on the lips. "Good night, my lord."

He slipped his arm around her back and returned her kiss with one a bit more ardent. "Are you tired?"

She smiled. "Sleep well," she whispered, and moved out from the circle of his arms.

It confused him. He thought perhaps she meant to get in his bed, but she walked toward the door instead. "Wait!" he exclaimed, confused, before she opened the door. "Where are you going?"

"To my rooms," she said with a bright smile, and opened the door. "Good night."

He stood there, confounded, as she walked out, his body and mind still steeped in their lovemaking, still holding a dressing gown, trying to fathom what had just happened.

When Ava slipped into her room, she walked to the hearth and hugged herself tightly. She hadn't wanted to leave him. She had wanted so badly to stay, and she believed that he'd wanted her to stay. But she'd given Sally her word.

"You must trust me on this, mu'um," Sally had firmly told her. "If you give yourself to him and seem eager to do it, he will take you, but he will think of another. If you only share yourself with him when you please, he shall want you even more. He'll want you so desperately he'll be devoured by the want, mark me."

That sounded splendid, but still, Ava had wondered how Sally could be so certain.

Sally had laughed and called her naive. "Mark me, Lady Ava," she'd said. "If you heed my advice, he shall come to you. Not the wh.o.r.e in London. You."

Ava certainly hoped so, for after tonight, there was no place she wanted to be but in his arms.

Twenty-two.

J ared had a ravenous appet.i.te the next morning, and breakfasted alone, replaying the events of last night over again in his mind's eye. When he'd finished, he had the mare saddled and rode out, spurring the young horse faster and faster, recklessly leading her to jump over streams and fences, trying to shake that interminable and peculiar feeling at the core of him. It was a feeling of discomfort that seemed to grow in him each day, feeling a little like there was something too large inside his body.

When the mare was spent, he rode her easy back to the abbey. As he neared the old castle ruins, he saw the gamekeeper's boy standing high on a mound of rocks, his wooden sword at his side. He'd often seen the boy here, but he'd always ridden past. Today, however, he sent the mare trotting up the hill.

As he neared the ruins, the boy jumped down from the mound of rubble, his expression wary. Jared dismounted and tethered the horse and walked up the hill to the ruins. As he climbed up to what had once been the main floor of the castle, behind the lone wall that remained standing, he could see a tin cup, another wooden sword, an old saddle blanket that was neatly folded to form a pallet, and a cloth, folded and tied and undoubtedly containing bread and cheese.

It was, Jared thought with an aching twist of his heart, the same place he used to play as a child. He'dspent endless hours here, master of all he surveyed. When his governess came after him late in theafternoon, he returned to the abbey, where, at about the same age as this boy, he'd been master of thehouse before he even knew what that meant.

"King of the castle, eh?" he remarked to the boy, walking into the middle of what was left of the castle floor.

"Papa said I had your leave, milord," Edmond said, looking a bit like he'd been caught doing something he ought not to do.

Jared smiled. "You do indeed have my leave, lad. I'm merely curious as to what you're about." He glanced at the child and studied his face. "I often played here when I was your age." He looked around at the familiar pile of rubble. "I got bored of playing alone, though. Once, I insisted a footman accompany me so that I'd have someone to slay."

Edmond blinked. "I haven't got a footman, sir."

"No," Jared said, his smile fading. "I suppose you haven't."

"I don't mind being alone," Edmond said, absently swinging his sword at the ground. "I'm always king that way. One day I shall go to London where I shall have footmen."

Jared smiled and put his hand to the boy's head. "I have every confidence you will." He wanted to say more, to ask the child how he fared here at Broderick Abbey, if he helped his father in his work. But Edmond had found something on the ground to fascinate him-he was digging the point of his sword at whatever it was-and Jared realized he had no idea how to talk to a young boy. He felt inept, incapable of speaking the appropriate language.

He stepped back. "Carry on, then," he said, and turned, walking back to the mare. He had one last look at Edmond before riding off, but Edmond's attention was elsewhere.

Back at the abbey, Jared sought out Ava and found her in the blue drawing room. She was reading a letter, her head bent over a writing table, her eyes squinting.

"Good morning," he said.

She started, and quickly picked up the letter she was reading and folded it.

"What are you reading?" he asked absently as he strolled into the room, his eyes on her face.

Ava blinked, stuffing the letter into her pocket. "Nothing, my lord. Just a bit of old news," she said, and looked at him expectantly.

He kissed her on the cheek. "You weren't at breakfast."

"Oh, did you breakfast here?" she asked, her voice light. "I thought perhaps you had ridden to breakfast with Lady Kettle."

So Veronica had paid her a call as he'd suggested. "Not today," he said with a smile. "I ate entirely alone. Again."

"Hmm," she said, and glanced away.

"I think it a perfect day for riding lessons, madam."

She looked at the window and shrugged insouciantly. "I had thought to write some letters. I've not written Phoebe in several days. She'll be desperate to know how I am getting on, of course," she said, and glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "And I've so much to tell her."

What in G.o.d's name was the matter with her? "That can wait."

"Very well," she said with a sudden bright smile, and abruptly stood. "I suppose I could spare you an hour or so."

Spare him? She'd left him last night, and now she acted as if she'd rather be writing long and boring letters than spend time in his company. What in the devil was going through her mind? This wasn't his usual experience with women-normally, they were quite eager to spend time in his company. "How very kind of you," he drawled. "Thank you."

Ava began moving purposefully toward the door. "Shall I meet you in the foyer?" she asked, but she'd already sailed past him, was already walking out.

Jared watched her go, then put a hand to his nape and tried to work through what, exactly, went through a woman's mind at any given moment.

Fortunately, Sally was cleaning her room when Ava burst through the door, her pulse racing.

Not that Sally seemed to notice her exuberance, for she was quite cross. "Your Miss Hillier is quite the taskmaster," she snapped when Ava entered the room. "She had the gall to waken me this very morning and insist I clean your dressing room! At seven o'clock in the b.l.o.o.d.y morning! She's not very kind, that one."

"He's insisted on a riding lesson," Ava said, ignoring Sally's protests.

Sally dropped the pillow she was plumping and folded her arms over her middle. "What did you say,then?" she asked sternly.

"I said, 'well sir, I have some letters to write, but I suppose I might spare you an hour or so.' "

"Brilliant!" Sally cried. "Perfectly well done. Now go and be as charming as you can possibly be. Lots of smiling and touching, and be pretty with your words."

"Pretty with my words?" Ava echoed. "What do you mean by that?"

"Heaven help me," Sally muttered to the ceiling, then leveled a gaze on her. "I mean that you should flirt, mu'um. Tease him and make certain that he feels quite the king. A woman must always appeal to a man's ego, as it is every man's greatest weakness."

"Appeal to his ego," Ava repeated as she hurried into the dressing room to change into a dark green riding habit.

"Try and keep in mind," Sally said, stepping in front of Ava when she had changed and was hurrying out, "that you are reeling in a very big fish. He's much bigger and stronger than you, so you must reel carefully and evenly, for if you let the line go slack or pick it up too quickly, you'll lose him."

"You really do have a tendency to speak in metaphors, don't you?" Ava asked as she grabbed Sally 's hand and gave it a squeeze."To speak in what?" Sally demanded, insulted.Ava squeezed her hand again. "Never mind. I must hurry now," she said, stepping around her."G.o.d blind me, have you heard a word I've said?" Sally called after her. "Don't appear too eager!"

Ava walked slowly until she was out of Sally's sight. But the moment she was clear of her, she hurried down the corridor and the grand staircase, slowing again only when she could see the foyer. From that point, she walked carefully down the steps, her posture erect, just as she used to do with Phoebe and Greer, when they would practice walking down the steps with books on their heads in preparation for the day they would be queen. They never quite worked out the details of how they might become queen but, nevertheless, they would be prepared to don the mantle when the time came.

When she reached the bottom step, Middleton appeared from the corridor on the right. In his riding cloak, he looked large and forbidding, particularly with his gaze as intent on her as it was. "There you are," he said quietly.

"Yes. Here I am!""If you are quite ready, then?" he asked, and held out his hand to her.Ava put her hand in his, and cursed the tiny, enchanting little shiver of delight it gave her when he possessively closed his fingers around hers. "I must thank you, my lord, for taking time to teach me toride. You're such an accomplished horseman that this must be very tedious for you."

"Not in the least," he said, smiling charmingly, and led her out.When they walked outside into the bright sunlight, Ava's face fell. There on the drive was the brownmare she'd seen Middleton ride with such fury. And standing next to her, an old, swaybacked chestnut.She had no doubt the old bag of bones was intended for her, but he looked as if he had one or twohooves in the grave.

"Who is that?" she asked, squinting at the chestnut, held by one of two stableboys."Bilbo," Middleton said."He doesn't seem very st.u.r.dy on his feet.""I a.s.sure you, he is. He'll be gentle with you."She glanced at Middleton sidelong and thought the better of responding too pertly to that. "Where are we going?""The west fields. They are fallow and level."Ava looked again at Bilbo, wondering if he could even make it as far as that. "Am I to ride him there?"

she asked, stepping a little closer to Middleton."That was my intent."She instantly shook her head and stepped even closer to her husband. "Please, allow me to ride with you," she said. "He's so big and..." And old...! "He's frighteningly big."

Middleton put his hand on her waist. "You mustn't be afraid." He then looked at one of the young handsfrom the stable and said, "Bring Bilbo to the west fields. Lady Middleton will ride with me."With that, Middleton guided Ava to the mare and urged her to stroke the horse's nose. "You must be very careful," he said to Ava. "She's young and not fully broken.""Oh," Ava said sweetly, "I'll be very careful."

He looked at her oddly, but then easily lifted her up onto the front of his saddle. He swung up behind her

and put one arm around her middle. "All right?""All right," she sighed, and sank back against him. There was nothing quite like the security of being inMiddleton's muscular arms, his hard body at her back. Truly, nothing in the world felt quite as safe asthat.

As they rode out, Middleton pointed out some of the cottages belonging to tenants who farmed crofts of

his land. And then he asked her how she found Broderick Abbey, if it was to her liking."Very much, my lord," she said, although she really didn't care for it in the least. It seemed too formal,too cold. "It's very...large."

He choked on his surprise. "It's large? Is that all you would say of it?"

"No," she said with a smile. "I might also say that it's awfully cold at night," she said, slanting a look athim. "There's a bit of a draft.""A draft!" he said with mock indignation. "Then we must have the entire east wing brought down and put back up again.""I hardly think that is necessary. I should think a bit of grout, or whatever it is you stuff in cracks.""Then I shall have a mountain of grout brought round. No crack will go unpunished."She laughed and tossed her head as Sally had suggested."Is there any way we might repair the problem of the abbey's size?" he asked playfully."I don't think so. Better to leave it large than ruin its appearance.""Well, then...is there anything else I might do for you? Anything to make your time at Broderick Abbey easier?"

She shook her head and sank deeper into the curve of his arms.

He bent his head and touched his lips to the top of her ear. "It seems there is something on your mind of

late, Lady Middleton. Something that, if I knew what it was, I might mend for you.""I don't know what you mean.""Perhaps," he said, his breath warm on her ear, "there is something about our arrangement that concerns you. If you tell me, I might repair it."

All thoughts of flirting coyly flew out of her head. She sat up and turned so that she could see his face. "

Something that you might repair?" she asked, incredulous that he might think a marriage, or an adulterouslove affair, for that matter, might be fixed up with a bit of grout and plaster.But Middleton nodded and gave her a patronizing smile. "You seem to be a bit out of sorts.""How so?" she demanded.He tightened his hold of her and pulled her back against him once more. "You have seen fit to dine without me. And you left me last night," he said quietly. "And, furthermore, you didn't seem to want to come along this morning."

He had determined the rules, and now he would complain about them? How quickly she forgot Sally's caution to flirt and keep herself just beyond his reach. "All right, here you are: I thought we agreed we were suited for marriage."

Middleton's brows dipped into a frown of confusion. "We are suited, and we've set a perfectly acceptable arrangement-why aren't you happy with it?"