by Wendy Vella
“Could we not have been your sisters or cousins?”
She had him there.
“But that is not what I’m angry about, Lord Ryder. No, your sins this day are vast and give me many reasons to want to… to hit you with a large, heavy and sharp-edged object. Yet it is the fact that you made a game of me that incurs my wrath. It was cruel to say I was with child.”
Hell, she just sniffed. He’d never meant hurt her; it was only to tease her into a reaction, nothing more. Cursing himself as she turned to leave, Will reached the door as she did. Placing his hands on the wood above her head, he stopped it from opening.
“Let me leave.”
“I never meant to hurt you, Livvy, please believe me.”
His front was pressed to her back, his hands and body caging her.
“It was cruel,” she whispered.
“Why was it cruel?”
She shuddered as his breath touched the skin of her neck. Will could smell the sweet essence of her, the scent more tantalizing than the most expensive French perfume.
“I—I may never have a child.”
“Why will you never have a child?” he whispered, the soft skin at the base of her neck drawing him. He wanted to stroke it and feel her tremble against his lips.
“I do not intend to wed.”
Lowering his head, he brushed his lips just above the neckline of her dress. She gasped but made no effort to pull away. “You will wed, Olivia Langley. No man could resist you.”
“It matters not,” she said, her voice ragged. “Wh—what matters is that in saying what you did today, you were making a game of me.”
Will kissed his way along the neckline of her demure dress and felt his head start to reel. The taste and scent of her was pure sin.
“Forgive me. I would sooner cut off my arm than hurt you, yet I seem to make a habit of hurting the people closest to me.”
Livvy knew she shouldn’t turn and face him. Her neck tingled from his lips and what she should do is open the door and leave like her mother would have expected. He would let her go if she forced the issue, yet something made her turn. Something in his tone when he had just spoken made her want to see his face. Turning, she pressed her back into the doors.
Now that she wasn’t blinded by anger, Livvy could see him clearly. He’d removed his jacket and his necktie was loosened and she could see the smooth skin of his throat. Livvy had the ridiculous urge to lean forward and kiss it as he had her neck. She was caged within his big body, alone in his room just the two of them, his hands braced on either side of her head.
“Your family are no longer hurting, Will.”
“But how long before I hurt them again, Livvy? You know I will. It’s what I’m good at.”
Livvy heard the pain in those words and could see the shadowed depths in his gray eyes. As if of their own violation, her fingers moved to touch his face, trailing the slopes and angles.
“You did what you believed you needed to do, Will, and came back a better man for it. You’re not capable to deliberately hurting anyone.”
Closing his eyes he leaned into her fingers.
“I am a self-serving bastard, Livvy, and I apologize for the use of that word, yet it best fits the man I am.”
“Was,” she amended. “Best fits the man you were,” Livvy added, trailing her fingers over his chin and down his neck.
He caught them raising them to his lips, slowly kissing each knuckle. “How do you know I am no longer that man? Look how I treated you today. Can you have forgiven me so soon? Do you not remember just minutes ago stalking into my room ready to deliver me to Lucifer himself.”
The sudden intensity in his eyes told her the answer to that question was important to him. She felt each kiss on her hand, each brush of his lips made the fire within her burn brighter.
“Y—your humor needs adjusting, my lord, as surely what you find funny I do not. Yet now my anger has fled. I know you meant no malice, although at the time I had wondered if boiling oil would suit my purpose.”
His laugh held little humor. “I hurt you without thought and that is the man I am.”
“No, my lord,” Livvy flattened the palm he now held pressed to his chest and felt the steady beat of his heart beneath. “That man would never have brought me firewood because I hurt my hand, nor tried to avoid the beautiful young ladies of Twoaks. That man would not have taken the time to tell Bella of his travels and taken Major Bruntly to task on my account.”
“Will, Livvy. I like to hear my name on your lips.”
“Did you hear my words, Will?” Livvy slapped her palm against his chest for emphasis.
“I heard them.”
“But do you believe them?” she said as he lowered his head. Livvy wanted his answer, but when his lips touched hers she forgot to think and began to feel. His lips devoured and captured, urging a response that she could not fight.
She felt his hand move to her hips and then he pulled her off the door so he could wrap his arms around her body and press her closer. His chest was hard against hers and made her breasts feel full and sensitive; an ache had taken up residence deep in her stomach and between her thighs. Never had she felt anything so wonderful. Each brush of his lips and touch of his hands was exquisite pleasure. She moaned as his hot breath reached the tops of her breasts. She felt cool air on her skin and realized he had loosened her bodice.
“I knew what you had laced and buttoned beneath your clothes would take my breath away,” he rasped.
With a final tug Livvy felt her chemise give and then she was exposed to him, his eyes studying every inch of her.
“You’re beautiful, Olivia Langley.”
“Will…” Livvy could not continue with that thought as his tongue licked the length of one breast. Shuddering, she arched into his mouth and was rewarded with more. He licked until she moaned and begged and only then did he place his mouth over her aching nipple. She cried out long and low as his tongue swirled around the peak.
“Will…” Her sigh hitched as he bit down gently and then sucked on the sensitive bud, a slave to the sensations he was creating deep inside her.
Lifting his head Will looked at her, watched her eyes open and the cinnamon depths held so much sultry promise he wanted to lift Olivia and wrap her legs around his waist; his body could almost feel her slick heat as he plunged inside her. She shivered as he ran his fingers around a ruched nipple. Will knew that if he took her now it would change the course of their lives forever; in fact, what they had already done would do so. She was an innocent and a lady, and as such this would determine their futures. Was he ready for that? Looking at her lovely face flushed with pleasure he knew he was more than ready.
“Touch me, Livvy.”
Her fingers shook as she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his breeches. It humbled him that she looked at him with such longing and then she surprised him by placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss in the middle of his chest, the sensation branding his skin. Her smile was alluring in its innocence.
“I knew that what you had buttoned beneath your shirt would take my breath away, William Ryder,” Livvy said, repeating his words.
Wrapping a hand around her neck, he pulled her forward for another kiss. They both moaned as his chest touched hers, the friction delicious as she stood on her toes and wound her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts closer.
They dueled as he took the lead and then she wrested it from him. It was a sensual battle they both willingly entered into.
Will bunched her skirts up in his hands until he could slide his palm beneath and up the outside of her thigh. Reaching the top of her stockings, he moved to cup the curve of one buttock through the material of her drawers. She murmured her encouragement, so he caressed every delectable inch in slow circles until they were both burning for more.
“Lord Ryder, may I have a word?”
Will stilled as Freddy’s words reached them through the door. Lowering her skirts he placed his hands on her sho
ulders and held her away from him. Shaking his head, he indicated that she remain silent.
“Lord Ryder, are you in there?”
He watched as the horror of exposure dawned on her, trapping her lip between her teeth she held herself still. Pulling her into his arms, Will could feel the thud of her heartbeat against his chest. He had never really felt the need to protect and cherish. He’d been too self-absorbed to understand the meaning behind the words, yet at that moment they became utterly clear to him and he knew he would do whatever it took to keep her safe.
“He’s gone, Livvy.”
He reluctantly released her as she pushed against his chest and then quickly moved to fix her clothing. The fire still burning inside him urged him to stop her, but knew that would be a mistake. The moment had passed and she would not yield to his touch again tonight.
“What’s between us has only just begun, Livvy. Tell me you understand that.”
“Yes, I understand, Will.”
Did she really or was she just saying what he needed to hear before running back to her room.
“We will talk soon, Livvy, when we have more time.” He stopped her movements by trapping her hands and then he kissed her again, just a brief brush of his lips, but the contact was enough to reassure him she felt everything he did.
“Come, we must get you back to your room because Freddy is nothing if not tenacious and he will keep searching for me until he finds me. Therefore, I will check the hallway and then when it’s clear, I’ll signal you.”
“Thank you.”
He cupped her cheeks and simply looked at her for several seconds.
“Remember my words, Livvy. We have only just begun to explore what lies between us.”
“Yes, Will.”
He buttoned his shirt and then opened the door and slipped out to check if it was clear for her to leave. Seconds later he watched as she hurried towards her room, stopping with one hand on the door to give him a final look before slipping inside. Closing his door, Will went to his bed. Sitting on the edge, he willed the fire inside him to cool. His head was still full of the taste and smell of Olivia and he knew that had Freddy not interrupted them, he would have taken her innocence and then she would have been his.
I do not intend to wed. Why had she said that? Again he wondered what secrets she was hiding.
If Olivia thought he would drop her in London tomorrow without a backward glance, she was mistaken. Something had happened to send her there and he was sure it involved her cousin, so he would be keeping her close until he knew where the threat came from and why.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Will found Olivia and Phoebe already in the breakfast parlor, seated with Mr. and Mrs. Munford, when he entered the following morning. She shot him a quick look and then lowered her eyes.
“Good morning, everyone,” he said, moving around the table to bend and plant a loud kiss on her cheek. “How are you feeling now, darling?”
“Well, thank you, my lord.” She kept her eyes down.
“She had a fretful night,” he added, looking at Mrs. Munford.
“Tsk, poor wee lassie, nothing worse than missing out on your sleep when you really need it.”
Will sat beside Olivia, and began to load his plate with food from the dishes before him.
“I’ll pour your tea, my lord.”
He reached out a hand to stop her.
“I am happy to do this wifely duty for you, my lord, as I know just how you like it,” she added, pouring the vile liquid into his cup. He watched in horror as she added three spoonfuls of sugar and too much milk. Stirring it thoroughly, she then placed it directly in front of him with a sweet smile that did not reach her eyes; she then waited expectantly for him to take a sip.
“My sister remembers every little thing her husband tells her, you know?” Phoebe said chattily across from him. “Why, just the other day we were indulging in one of Olivia’s weaknesses, cinnamon buns, and Lord Ryder told us how a lovely hot cup of tea would complement them superbly.”
The look Phoebe gave him matched her sister’s. He narrowed his eyes but lifted the cup. Trying not to smell the hideous brew, he then took a large gulp and forced himself not to shudder.
“I shall have the maid replenish it, my lord.”
Lowering his hand under the table cloth, Will clamped it onto Olivia’s thigh and squeezed.
“That won’t be necessary, my darling, as we must continue our journey if we are to reach London before nightfall. I have no wish to travel after dark in these conditions.”
Olivia’s mew of disappointment was blatantly insincere, yet Mr. and Mrs. Munford seemed to believe it, their faces wreathed in benevolent smiles. She tried to remove his hand by prying his fingers from her leg but Will simply grabbed it and slipped her fingers through his. He kept them captive for the remainder of the meal and he could never remember a breakfast he had enjoyed more.
They left the inn shortly after their morning repast.
“There is more snow this morning, don’t you think?” Phoebe said, looking at the fields and trees topped with white.
“Yes, but it is safe to travel or I would not have let us,” Will added.
She flashed him a smile that he was sure would drop many men to their knees and returned to looking out the window, so he sat back beside Freddy and looked at Olivia.
She had not yet told him why she was traveling to London or what had happened to make her rush there in haste.
“Are you proposing to stay with your cousin in London, Olivia?”
She had been staring out the window like her sister; however, this pulled her eyes back to him. Dressed in her smart blue coat and matching hat she looked again the proper young lady; however, he knew what lay beneath that prim exterior and that when he licked her beautiful breasts, she was anything but a proper young lady.
“I think not, my lord, as he lives alone and is not aware that we are coming to visit him. Phoebe and I had thought to find a small lodging house.”
He seemed to either want to shake or kiss this woman. Right now it was the latter. The image of Olivia and Phoebe walking around London seeking lodgings close to dark was not a pleasant one and he struggled to subdue the resurgence of his temper.
“Excellent. Mr. Blake and I are staying at the Grillion Hotel. I’m sure they will also have room for you both.”
“We shall see to our own accommodations, my lord. I have been reliably informed that there are many small lodging houses that will suit our needs.”
Will knew how to win this battle and it was not by dictating to Olivia. She was stronger now having looked after her family and not easy to intimidate, so he needed to coerce her into his way of thinking.
“I would be honored if you would allow me to secure rooms for both you and your sister, Olivia. I could not, in all conscience, rest easy if I did not.”
She studied him for several seconds, trying to see what was behind his words yet he kept his face calm.
“I fear Grillion’s Hotel will be fully booked.”
“Not many families will be in London, Olivia. Most are still in their country homes. And as it is close to Christmas, I’m sure there will be plenty of vacancies.”
The line appeared between her brows as she thought about how to get around him. Not this time, my sweet. This time I’m going to win without a fight. Will knew one of her concerns was the cost, so he addressed it because he knew her pride would not allow her to do so.
“The price, I believe, is not overly grand is that right, Freddy?” Will looked at Freddy to support his lies. In fact, the Grillion Hotel was very expensive, but Olivia did not need to know that.
“No, indeed,” Freddy rushed to add, realizing at once what Will was about. “Most inexpensive, Miss Langley.”
“Thank you then, my lord, I shall think about your suggestion.”
Will knew by the set of her shoulders that this was something that had been bothering her. The shadows in her eyes when she thought he wasn’t
looking told him there was much she held back from him, but he would find out her secrets soon. Reaching beneath the seats of his carriage, Will then pulled out two warm rugs.
“Those hot bricks at your feet will cool soon; perhaps these will also help keep you warm.”
They thanked him and tucked them around their legs. Will had to fight the urge to lift Olivia onto his lap and wrap the blanket around them both.
Freddy gave him a foul look as he usually had one on his knees, but now he would have to behave like a man and brave the cold weather.
“I will share with Olivia, Mr. Blake,” Phoebe said handing her blanket to him. “Then we shall be quite snug for the remainder of our journey.”
Will snorted as Freddy said something complimentary to Phoebe.
“I shall make a man of you yet, Frederick Blake.”
“Wanting to be warm does not mean a man is not ah… well, a man, surely?” Olivia said.
Will wished they were alone in his carriage because he would take that smart mouth beneath his and put it to better use.
“Freddy is soft, Olivia. If he is to survive the rigors of English life once again then he needs to be toughened up, and I am just the man for the job.”
The heated debate that followed flowed from one topic to another and finally, as the carriage rolled into London, he was relieved to see that Livvy had lost some of the tension in her shoulders. Both Olivia and Phoebe had a lively wit and Freddy was always ready with a dry quip or two. Will had laughed and scowled and Olivia had never backed down. With each minute he spent in her company he wanted her more. It was as the carriage began to wind through the London streets that she finally said the words he had been waiting to hear.
“We will only be in London for a few nights, Lord Ryder; therefore, I have decided to take you up on your offer of seeking lodgings at the Grillion Hotel, if it is still acceptable to you?”
She didn’t want to. Will could see that by the way her chin tilted and the clipped tone of her words; however, she knew that to find a place to stay in London, a city that until today she had never entered, would be an unpleasant task for two women alone. He would have to watch her closely now, because whatever reason brought her here would have her leaving the hotel to deal with it and Will would make sure that when she did he would be at her side.
