Rebel Marquess (26 page)

She had to make him understand. She needed him on her side or her battle was lost.

“I was seven years old when Marietta had her season,” she said as she gazed across the room to the line of windows that were bright with the afternoon sun. “It was magical. My sister, who I thought was so familiar to me, became a glittering princess in stunning ball gowns and ribbons and jewels. She was beautiful. And when she married Lord Duncan, she went off on an adventure I could not be a part of. I couldn’t wait to grow up to be just like her.

“Two years later, it was Judith’s turn, and again the transformation was a wonder to behold. It was the same for Belinda. But by the time Allegra came up for her season, I was thirteen, and in my own mind practically grown up. I witnessed the same routine of fittings and hopes and anxiety all centered on the purpose of attracting a man who could provide financial advantage and a solid social position.”

Eliza slid her gaze to the marquess. He hadn’t moved from his spot, but his eyes were focused on her. He was listening. It was all she could hope for right now.

“I realized something as I listened to my mother’s endless instructions and heard the whispers of my older sisters already married. There was no talk of happiness, or love.”

Eliza waved her hand dismissively. “Of course, I had already come to understand that love was not something typically a part of marriages in our circles. Belinda is the fortunate exception to disprove that particular rule. But it seemed starkly unnatural that in their efforts to make the best match, none of my sisters, and certainly not my mother, ever once gave any attention to what type of man might make them happy.”

“This is not unusual.”

“I know, but it made me realize I wanted more for myself. I wanted to feel I had a right to whatever the world might hold for me. I looked to my older sisters who had married. They dutifully birthed the children and cared for their husband’s households. They danced attendance upon his friends and associates. And as I studied them, it became obvious they were not the same girls they had been when they were young. They had taken their husbands’ names and had lost a bit of themselves. Even Belinda, who loves Lord Palmer with all of her heart, has given all of herself to the marriage.” She sighed. “She used to paint spectacular watercolors, scenes that took your breath away. Since her marriage, she has not painted a single thing. Her every desire now is to satisfy her husband. Her previous joy is wrapped up in a man who may love her now but could tire of her at any moment. It happened to Judith. Not even a full year into her marriage, she discovered Ashdown had taken a mistress.”

Eliza stood, her agitation over the subject making her jittery. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms to smooth away the chills that chased over her skin.

“I have understood what was expected of me from the age of seven, but I cannot be fooled into thinking it will bring me any bit of happiness. Security, social standing. What good are those things when you have nothing of yourself left, when you have given it all to your husband?”

She turned to face the marquess squarely. “I will not do it, Michael. I claim my life as my own. I may not be successful in the path I choose, but I will not let my happiness slide away as I become a mere extension of the man I marry.”

She met his glowering stare and saw a flicker of something unexpected. Compassion flashed from the depths of his eyes, but when he spoke his voice was heavy with the weight of truth. “It is the way of things, Eliza. Always has been.”

She snorted in derision. “Yes, well I think it is a load of bollocks.”

He shook his head and a reluctant smile curled the corner of his mouth.

Eliza decided to change tactics. She walked toward him, and when she stood in front of him, she rested her hands on his folded arms, adding pressure until he relaxed and dropped them to his sides. Then she slid her arms around his waist and pressed against him. He brought his arms around her as she tipped her head back to meet his gaze.

“I think perhaps we are focusing on the wrong thing right now.” She smiled and he lifted a brow in question. Slipping her fingers beneath the waist of breeches, she tested the hard swell of his buttocks. “We have been given a wonderful opportunity here.” She shifted against him and brushed her belly against his groin. Though his expression remained stoic and he kept his jaw clenched, she felt the evidence of his rising arousal. “With all of the diversions planned for the guests, no one will wonder where we are for at least a couple more hours.”

“What are you suggesting?” he asked roughly.

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the curved muscle of his chest and felt his arms tense almost painfully around her.

“Well,” she murmured against his warm skin, “the damage has been done. My virginity is gone, never to return. We have plenty of time to debate the repercussions of it. But right now, we would be foolish not to make the most of the rest of the afternoon, don’t you think?”

To emphasize her suggestion, she rose onto her toes and nipped her teeth at the cord of muscle that ran across the crest of his shoulder. She felt a deep shudder travel through his body, but he made no move to accept what she offered, what she wanted with every pulse of desire building within her.

Enough with subtlety, she decided.

She turned her head to whisper into his ear. “Please don’t refuse. I think I might die if I do not feel you inside me again.”

Chapter Twenty

Rutherford had braced himself at her approach. He had detected the purpose in her gaze and recognized her sensual manipulation for what it was—an attempt to shift his focus from the topic of their marriage.

She would have to come to terms with their altered course soon enough. There was no going back. He had acknowledged the inevitable change in their circumstances before bringing her to his bedroom and thought she had as well. He never would have taken her maidenhead if he had suspected she would continue to resist the marriage. His honor now demanded he see their engagement through to its expected conclusion.

Despite her insistence otherwise, she would be his wife.

As he knew was her intention, the moment she pressed her sweet curves against him and he felt the sultry heat of her body and the softness of her skin, he no longer thought of marriage and honor. His body reacted to the moisture of her kiss and the edge of her teeth. And when she whispered the heated words of her desire, he experienced such a violent surge of lust and longing all other concerns were obliterated.

He fisted his hands in her towel and whipped it away from her. Then he grasped her hips in his hands and smothered her gasp with his mouth. Her tongue entwined passionately with his and she clutched his shoulders, her fingernails scoring his skin. He walked them back to the bed, but before taking her down to the mattress, he turned her around.

She arched and the lush crease of her buttocks cradled the hard length of his cock. Her damp hair tumbled down and he swept it over her shoulder so he could press his open mouth to her nape. Her head fell back and a light airy gasp escaped her lips. Wrapping his arm around her narrow waist, he lifted her forward onto the bed. She fell to her stomach and tried to roll over to face him, but he lowered himself onto her back, his weight keeping her in place.

He continued to tease the skin on her nape with nipping kisses and flicks of his tongue, assuring her without words that she would enjoy what was to come. She stretched beneath him, no longer resisting her new position. He shifted to the side to expose the full length of her back to his gaze. The enticing dip of her waist drew his touch and he smoothed his palms down her sides and then over the voluptuous rise of her buttocks. As he did so, he noted the way the muscles of her back tensed and her legs trembled.

He circled his hands over the generous mounds again and she muttered something incoherent as she drew her legs apart the barest bit.

With a grin of wicked intent, he leaned forward to lavish wet kisses across the valley of her spine. He ran his hand over her buttocks again, this time allowing his thumb to side along the shadowed crevice between. When he heard a low, muffled moan, he quickly nipped the muscle of her shoulder and smacked the softness of her flesh with the flat of his hand.

She gasped and jolted beneath him. He murmured heavily against her neck. “That was for trying to manipulate me.”

Her breath puffed through her lips and her lashes swept against her cheeks.

He drew her earlobe between his teeth before turning his attention back to her body. Her skin was flushed a lovely rose color and a light sheen of moisture coated her flesh. He lifted himself and watched her carefully as he swept his hand over her hip and down the outside of her thigh. When he slid his hand back up between her legs, tickling the flesh of her inner thighs, she held her breath and caught her bottom lip between her teeth, holding herself stiff and still with anticipation.

He reveled in the perfection of her response. She was a natural sensualist. Finely receptive to the pace and pressure of his touch. Awaiting his next move with bated breath and tingling expectation. Her awakening was a wonder to behold. The pleasure in his body deepened with every moan she didn’t even try to hold back and every roll of her hips telling him how much she wanted him. Without warning, he brought his hand to the heat pooling between her thighs. As he slid his fingers suggestively along her slick flesh, she gasped and tipped her hips to allow him better access.

He chuckled at her unspoken demand. He would give her what she wanted, but not yet.

She tried to roll over, but he kept her still with his hand pressed gently between her shoulder blades. She uttered a protest that slid into another moan of pleasure as he flicked his tongue at the very base of her spine while he circled the bud at the apex of her sex with his fingers. He teased the sensitive flesh guarding her entrance. He nipped and licked his way across her lower back to the lush hills of her buttocks.

He wanted her writhing beneath him with whimpering pleas passing between her lips.

And soon she was.

Hearing his name in her sexy gasps nearly undid him. He exhaled across her skin, watching the sensitive rise of goose bumps. Knowing he would not last much longer, he gave her rear one more light smack as he rose from the bed to shed his breeches.

By the time he turned back to her, she had pushed herself up and turned to face him. His cock throbbed with the need to be buried deep within her. As if she understood the fire that raged through him, she smiled and wrapped her hand around his length.

He groaned, unbelievably grateful for her lack of virgin reticence. He met her gaze and the hunger he saw there fueled his own. He leaned over her, bracing himself on his fists. She stroked a wonderful rhythm along his flesh even as she dropped her head back and sought his lips with hers.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth as he wished to thrust his cock into her body.

He knew he should go slowly, ease himself into her since she would be sore from her first time. But as she drew him toward her, wrapping her legs about his hips, he felt his control stretching to its limit. When she released his cock to grasp his buttocks in both hands, urging him to her, he could find no strength to resist. He slid into her, the way made slick with heat and moisture. Fully encased within her, he paused and rested his forehead against hers. Already, his balls tightened painfully in preparation for release. It was all he could do not to pump furiously into her body until he lost his mind.

The rapid rush of their breath stirred the air between them and she tipped her chin to flick her tongue against his lower lip. He enjoyed the sensual play but still resisted. With a feminine sound of impatience, she grasped his buttocks in her hands and tried to circle her hips against him, but the weight of him pressing into her made it difficult for her to move much more than a slight suggestion. Still, it nearly broke him.

She twisted her head to the side and lifted her hands to claw at the muscles of his back, arching and drawing her knees up along his sides, deepening their joining. As she pressed her open mouth to the side of his throat, he felt the fluttering begin deep inside her. The gentle rippling caressed his cock and he bit back a heavy groan. As she issued a strangled cry of pleasure, he felt her inner muscles go into a series of fierce pulsating contractions that drew on his flesh. Before he could stop it, he exploded in a rushing release that was nearly painful in its intensity. The breadth and power of his climax swept away all coherent thought and it was several minutes before he realized they had reached their pleasure without him even managing to perform one complete thrust.

“My goodness,” Eliza murmured. “That was…” Her voice trailed off as she stretched her body beneath his and clenched her inner muscles in a way that made him wonder if he would ever be capable of speech again. “How long before we can do that again?” she asked hopefully.

His laugh was mixed with a low growl of disbelief as he felt his cock jump readily at the suggestion. He struggled to lift himself to his elbows to look down into her flushed face. He was certain he had never seen anything as beautiful as Eliza was in that moment, glowing with freshly awakened sexuality. Her eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight and her swollen lips curved in a warm and generous smile.

As he watched, the corner of her lovely mouth twisted just a bit.

“Unless you are not up to it,” she added slyly.