Courtship Wars: To Pleasure A Lady Part 26

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When Lily continued to stare back at him in frustration, Marcus finally changed the subject. "Actually, I am glad for a chance to speak to you both in private." He paused, glancing from one sister to the other.

"Pray, tell me about your mother."

At the mention of their mother, Lily stiffened, while Roslyn looked wary. "What do you want to know?"

"I understand she is living on the coast of France, in Brittany. Have you heard from her recently?"

Lily gave a brittle little laugh. "Not recently. Not in four years, in fact. She hasn't sent us so much as a letter since she fled England with her lover." The hint of bitterness in her tone was unmistakable, and Marcus could tell that Lady Loring was yet another painful topic for Lilian.



"Perhaps she had little chance," Marcus observed. "The war on the Peninsula intensified shortly after she left for France, so communication would have been extremely difficult."

"She could somehow have sent word to us," Roslyn said more softly, "if only to let us know she was safe."

"Your step-uncle never tried to contact her?"

"That is doubtful. Our step-uncle would not let Mama's name be spoken in his hearing. He wasn't willing to forgive her for the disgrace she brought his family name."

"Do you know if she ever attempted to return home to England after the war ended?"

"Why would she?" Lily asked. "She would not have been welcome here."

"What about now? Now that your step-uncle is gone, would you welcome her return?"

"No," Lily answered, her voice quivering with conviction. "I don't care if we never see her again."

Marcus steepled his fingers under his chin as he studied his wards. Roslyn seemed a bit more forgiving of their mother, but he suspected Arabella's feelings were almost as bitter as Lily's.

"Why do you ask?" Roslyn said, watching him again with those shrewd, knowing eyes.

"I am curious," Marcus replied, which was only a partial truth.

He decided it best not to mention the recent turn of events until he had more details to properly judge the situation. His unexpected business in London yesterday had solely to do with Lady Loring. She had written to him a month ago after hearing about her stepbrother's pa.s.sing, to express her condolences and to extend her felicitations to Marcus on attaining the earldom.

After a long discussion with his solicitors, Marcus had ordered them to locate Victoria Loring in France and provide her safe pa.s.sage home to England, if she cared enough to come. He wanted to hear her story, since he wasn't wholly convinced she was the black villainess the late earl had painted her.

According to Simpkin, who had fulfilled the duel roles of butler and secretary for the former Lord Danvers and had managed all his lords.h.i.+p's correspondence, Lady Loring had written several letters to her daughters over the years, but her stepbrother had burned them without so much as breaking the wax seal.

And if there was the slightest possibility of healing any of the painful wounds caused by her abandonment of her daughters, Marcus couldn't let the opportunity pa.s.s. Lady Loring's heartless actions had helped turn Arabella against marriage, and if she could come to forgive her mother, then she might be more willing to accept his own suit.

But he had no intention of sharing his hopes with his wards, in part because he didn't want to risk rousing their disappointment in the event he was wrong about their mother.

His reply evidently did not satisfy Lily, however, for she eyed him intently. "If introducing the subject of our mother is a ploy to distract us from protecting Belle, your lords.h.i.+p, it will not work."

A faint smile curved his mouth. "It isn't a ploy."

Lily continued to scowl as she abruptly stood. "If you dare hurt Arabella, I swear I will make you regret it."

He had no doubt she would keep her word, either, or that her desire to protect Arabella was well-meant.

Politely Marcus rose to his feet. "I will take your warning to heart."

Rising also, Roslyn started to follow her sister from the room, but then she hesitated, looking solemnly back at Marcus. "Do we have your word, my lord?"

"You have my word," he said gravely. "I will do everything in my power to see that Arabella isn't hurt."

His vow seemed to rea.s.sure her, for Roslyn nodded slowly and offered him a tentative smile. "For some reason I trust you."

Marcus was touched by her admission. Roslyn might not have declared herself his ally, but at least she was willing to allow him to prove himself.

When she was gone, Marcus frowned, contemplating his next step. He had no intention of hurting Arabella, but there was no way he would give up his courts.h.i.+p. He had only a few more nights with her and every moment counted.

Dinner that evening was an odd affair, leaving Arabella puzzled by the unmistakable undercurrents between Marcus and her sisters. Lily continued to treat him with wary reserve, but Roslyn seemed to have thawed toward him significantly.

Even odder was the conversation Roslyn carried on with Marcus-asking him about his family history, his tastes in music and literature, his political leanings, the condition of his various properties and estates...almost as if she were a protective mother and Marcus a potential suitor for her daughter.

Roslyn's purpose made little sense to Arabella, since her sister was still presumably set against his courts.h.i.+p.

Marcus's response also confounded her. He bore the inquiries with gracious charm rather than the vexation she might have expected. And after dinner, when they all moved to the drawing room, he made *

a concerted effort to become better acquainted with both her sisters, even Lily.

Arabella herself remained mostly silent, for she knew every word she uttered would be scrutinized by her sisters. And she was far too aware of Marcus's nearness to feel at ease.

For the most part, Marcus paid her little attention the rest of the evening. And he made no attempt for a private word with her, even when it was time to retire to bed. In truth, he had no chance, for Roslyn and Lily accompanied Arabella out of the drawing room and escorted her to her bedchamber, apparently taking their roles as her protectors quite seriously.

Feeling restless and out of sorts, Arabella found herself staring out her window at the moonlit darkness, regretting not being able to sleep with Marcus tonight and wis.h.i.+ng she could a.s.suage the urgent longing she felt for him.

Realizing where her foolish reflections had taken her, though, Arabella made a scoffing sound and turned away to undress. She had just removed her evening slippers and started to unb.u.t.ton her gown when someone scratched on her chamber door.

Disappointment flooded her when she saw it was only her maid, Nan, come to help her prepare for bed, and not the sensual lover who had been occupying her thoughts so obsessively of late.

"You may go to bed, Nan," Arabella said, preferring to be alone. "I won't require your services tonight."

"As you please, Miss Loring," Nan replied with a curtsy, "but Mrs. Simpkin 'as a problem in the kitchen that needs yer attention."

"At this late hour?"

"She said it couldn't wait."

"Very well," Arabella acknowledged. "I will come as soon as I fetch my shoes."

She dismissed Nan and put on the slippers she had just taken off, then left her room quietly so as not to disturb her sisters in the adjacent bedchambers. Their doors were shut, Arabella noticed as she made her way down the corridor to the back service stairs in search of the housekeeper.

When she reached the kitchen, however, she came up short. There was no sign of Mrs. Simpkin.

Instead, Marcus was sitting on the edge of the long dining table with his hands braced behind him, looking very much at ease. He had removed his coat and cravat although he still wore his evening breeches.

It was deplorable how her heart somersaulted at the sight of him. Chiding herself, Arabella disciplined her features into impa.s.sivity. "Where is Mrs. Simpkin?" she asked, although already suspecting the answer.

"I dismissed her," Marcus said easily.

"So you lured me down here under false pretenses?"

"What did you expect, sweeting? I was compelled to be creative since your sisters are guarding you like *

mother hawks."

Arabella had to admire his resourcefulness, even if she was the target for it. "My sisters are only acting in my best interest."

"I know they believe so." His mouth twisted. "Lily fears I will beguile you into losing your common sense."

Arabella felt a little stab of dismay. "You didn't tell her about us-"

"Of course not, love. I don't want it known that we sampled the marriage bed before the wedding."

She let that provoking comment pa.s.s. "What do you want, Marcus?"

"Simply to invite you to take a midnight stroll with me."

"Why?"

"So I can have some time alone with you. How else can I woo you effectively with your sisters watching my every move? Their presence here at the Hall is putting a significant constraint on my courts.h.i.+p."

Marcus c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "But that is precisely why you summoned them home, isn't it? Because you fear I am gaining ground with you."

The amused gleam in his eye told her there was no point in denying the charge. When Arabella remained silent, he shook his head. "You didn't think I would be so easily daunted, did you?"

"Regrettably, no. I doubt anything could daunt you."

Casually, Marcus slid down from the table and crossed to where she stood. Arabella felt her pulse quicken at the intimate look he was giving her, at the heat in his gaze that sparked a responsive heat in every part of her body.

"Come with me outside, Belle. We'll walk down to the river."

"I shouldn't," she replied, even as she felt her defenses weakening.

"Craven," he teased softly. His eyes glinted wickedly, making her heart pound harder.

Determined to resist his seductive charm, she lifted her chin. "I am only being wise. You know what will happen if I come with you."

"I know what I want to happen. But whatever we do will be solely at your discretion."

Raising his hand, Marcus stroked a thumb over her bottom lip. The frisson of fire that streaked through Arabella at that simple touch made her quiver.

And that was before his voice lowered to a sensual murmur. "A fighting chance to win you, Arabella.

That is all I've ever asked from you. If you lock yourself away in your chaste bedchamber with your sisters as watchdogs, how can I possibly convince you to marry me?"

She felt her willpower wilting. Marcus was devilishly irresistible and he knew it. "My sisters cannot find *

out," Arabella said finally.

He smiled. "I certainly won't tell them."

"Mrs. Simpkin may suspect what we are about."

"Mrs. Simpkin is very discreet. And she approves of my courts.h.i.+p, remember?"

His thumb dipped inside her mouth, making her breath catch and her wits scatter. Arabella felt the last of her resistance melt away. Marcus was likely to have his way in the end in any case, so she might as well give in with good grace. Besides, what harm could result if she was with him one more time?

"Very well," she said against her better judgment. "I will come with you this once."

The slow smile he gave her was brilliant as he offered her his hand. "Come, we'll sneak out the back entrance in order to foil your sisters."

Arabella couldn't help but laugh. "How dignified for a belted earl to be slinking around his own estate,"

she said, taking his hand.

"Indeed," Marcus agreed dryly. "But I am forced to employ desperate measures. Now keep your voice down. I don't want anyone to hear us."

He led her out the rear kitchen door, which opened onto the herb garden, and from there to the main gardens. Arabella stifled a laugh as they wended their way through the neat rows of shrubs and beds of flowers toward the rear of the manor. She felt deliciously wicked, sneaking out of the house with her lover, yet she couldn't summon any regrets. All her good sense had fled, but all her senses had come alive. The night was lovely, silver-bright with moonlight and fresh with the sweet scents of spring.

It was her aching awareness of the man beside her, however, that filled her with antic.i.p.ation and excitement and need.

When they reached the terraced lawns, Marcus drew her closer and bent to whisper in her ear. "I feel like a schoolboy playing truant...except that no schoolboy was ever this painfully swollen."

He guided her fingers to the enormous bulge in his breeches, and Arabella s.h.i.+vered. Knowing how much he wanted her roused a pulsing ache between her thighs and left her breathless with her own longing.

In unspoken agreement, they quickened their pace until they reached the line of trees that flanked the river and sheltered them from sight of the manor. They had to slow as they pushed through a glade, but the moment they came out into the moonlight again, Marcus halted and dragged Arabella against him, seizing her mouth in a fierce possession.

Their kiss exploded in a pa.s.sionate blaze. The heat he generated ignited sparks in Arabella's blood, filling her with savage hunger. She wanted him with a ferocity that shocked her.

Desperate to touch him, she reached down and fumbled at the front placket of his breeches. Marcus inhaled sharply at her boldness, but then hastened to help her, almost ripping at the b.u.t.tons in order to free his rigid length.

It was Arabella's turn to inhale when she saw the dark, pulsing shaft thrust proudly out from his sleek *

loins.

"Come here," he demanded.

She obeyed, needing no further urging.

Swiftly, he raised her skirts to her waist and cupped the silken curls between her thighs. She was already shamelessly wet for him, and his eyes flared darkly in response. She could see his face in the moonlight-hard, beautiful, taut with desire-and knew the same desire was written on her features as he probed her feminine folds.

Arabella bit back a gasp as he stroked the sensitive bud of her s.e.x and arched against him when he buried a long finger deep inside her. Only the need for discretion kept her from moaning in wild pleasure.

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