Rebel Love (Heart's Temptation Book 2)

by Scarlett Scott

  He nipped her lower lip and reached down to position himself at her throbbing sheath. “I don’t want to hurt you. There will be pain the first time.”

  She wasn’t afraid. Indeed, she was quite certain she would explode if he didn’t soon ease the ache building within her. She wanted to say as much, but she couldn’t speak beyond one monosyllabic word. “Please.”

  Jesse’s hips moved as he claimed her mouth, his tongue teasing hers. Her body stretched to accommodate him. She felt at once pleasure and a bit of discomfort, almost like a bee sting. Until he thrust into her again, and the sheer size of him sent a raw shot of pain through her. She stiffened, startled. For some reason, she hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.

  He stopped moving, tearing his mouth from hers to meet her gaze, his expression one of concern. “Have I hurt you?”

  “A bit,” she admitted, trying to stanch the tears threatening her vision.

  “Do you want me to stop, darling?”

  “No,” she denied quickly. It was too late now, and she had no regrets.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. After you grow accustomed to me, the pleasure will return.” He thrust a little farther inside her.

  She tilted her hips up, easing the entry. One more thrust, and he was buried deep within her. The pain remained, a dull, burning ache, but as he gradually slid almost completely out of her again, the pleasure began to return just as he’d promised. He lowered his mouth to hers, giving her a soothing kiss that said more than mere words could. Jesse thrust inside her again, then out, then in again, starting up a rhythm that she did her best to match. With each stroke, the pain lessened, until she was once more caught up in the throes of passion.

  Their kisses grew more intense, tongues tangling as he made love to her in truth. Her body was already on edge, ready to come undone again. Small, breathy sounds of bliss escaped her. Jesse continued pumping into her, his pace increasing until the frenzy he’d built within her reached yet another crescendo. She tightened around him, spasms racking her body as extreme pleasure washed over her again.

  Suddenly, he tore his mouth from hers and pushed into her again, grinding their hips together. He threw his head back and moaned as she felt him change. A hot spurt shot inside her, giving her another sharp spear of pleasure. Bella held him against her tightly, loving the feeling of him atop her, within her. Finally, he collapsed against her, breathing heavily.

  He lay that way for a few heartbeats before rolling to his side, his body slipping away from hers. “My God,” he said at last.

  She turned to admire him, committing to memory every line of his beautiful body. She feared she’d lost her ability to speak entirely. Her body throbbed in odd places, but she had never been happier. She dropped a kiss on his chest and rested her head there.

  “Are you in pain, darling?” He stroked her hair.

  She shook her head, still incapable of intelligent conversation.

  He kissed the top of her head as an easy silence descended. He had been right. There was no turning back now. Jesse had made her into a woman in the ancient sense. Perhaps she would pay for her sins later, but she relished them for the moment. Some time passed without either of them speaking. Bella was content to listen to his breathing, tucked to his beloved side.

  She must have fallen asleep, for Bella woke to realize she was alone in the bed, the covers pulled carefully around her. Startled, she sat up, scanning the chamber for Jesse. He was in the middle of the room, collecting his garments, his back to her.

  “Where are you going?” she asked, disappointed that he would disappear on her without saying goodbye.

  He spun about at her voice with a start, clearly thinking her still asleep. “I cannot remain here, Bella. We risk your reputation.”

  “The servants won’t be about for hours yet.” She disliked the idea that their idyll must be over so soon. “You needn’t leave so soon.”

  “I don’t want to fall asleep, my dear.”

  “I’m a dreadfully light sleeper,” she countered. “I’ll wake you long before Smith comes in with my chocolate and no one will ever be the wiser.”

  “I cannot.”

  His tone was suddenly distant. Bella didn’t like it, not one bit. She watched him beginning to dress before rising also. She was keenly aware of her nudity now that the flaming intensity of their lovemaking had died to a low fire in the grate.

  She placed a palm on his strong shoulder, troubled when he flinched away from her. “Jesse? What is it?”

  “It’s nothing. It is merely time to return to my own chamber. I wouldn’t have you hurt for the world, Bella.” He fastened his trousers around his lean hips.

  Bella wasn’t having it. “There’s something you don’t want to tell me,” she guessed. “Pray be honest with me. What can be the matter? Have I disappointed you? Do you regret making love to me?”

  “Never that. You could never disappoint me, darling.” He sighed and raked a hand through his already mussed hair. His expression hardened. “Since the war, I’ve been plagued by nightmares. I wake sometimes screaming in the night, convinced I’m in the midst of battle. I cannot take the chance of someone hearing me here in your chamber. Nor would I want to burden you with my demons.”

  She ached for him. How unspeakable the war must have been to still have a pronounced effect on such a strong man all these years later. She closed the distance between them, drawing him into an embrace. Bella laid her head against the steady thrum of his heart, savoring the familiar scent of him for a few moments. She never wanted to let him go. It seemed terribly unfair that in the morning they must go through their day as strangers once more. It seemed even more unfair that perhaps she would never see him again. The very idea broke her heart.

  “You could never be a burden to me,” she told him, stroking his back. “I only wish I could slay your demons for you.”

  He caressed her hair, bestowing a kiss upon her head. “Dear girl. I know you would if you could. What did I do to deserve you?”

  She smiled and pressed an answering kiss to his lightly haired chest. “You found a reserved miss in the library and didn’t mind that she wore spectacles and talked far too much about books.”

  “Not to mention that the miss in question crushed her spectacles beneath her sweet bottom.” He tipped up her chin and grinned down at her, the heaviness that had settled between them dissipating.

  She wrinkled her nose at him. “It is exceedingly unfair of you to keep reminding me about my appalling lack of grace.”

  Jesse gave a soft chuckle. “I expect I’ll be reminding you of it for years to come.”

  Bella’s heart leapt at his words. Did he mean to say he would be in her life for years to come? She was afraid to ask, afraid to hope for too much. Instead, she asked him the question that had been haunting her. “Where are you off to after the house party’s end? Surely not back to America?”

  “I’m afraid you’ll not be rid of me so easily,” he teased. “I haven’t been back to America in years and don’t feel much of a need to return.”

  As answers went, it wasn’t a commitment, but it was still promising. A spear of hope went through her. “Does that mean I shall see you again?”

  His dimple reappeared. “Of course, darling. I’ll need to give you a proper courtship now.”

  She blinked at him, utterly confounded. “You will?”

  “You didn’t think I would compromise the innocent sister of my best friend and simply walk away?” He raised a brow. “Bella?”

  Bella pursed her lips, searching for an answer that wouldn’t offend him. She wasn’t certain what she’d imagined. But she certainly hadn’t anticipated a proposal. Not that he had proposed, but he’d implied as much.

  “You did think I’d compromise you and then leave,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice. “You won’t be rid of me that easily. I’m honored, my darling, that you chose me.” He kissed her soundly. “Now I must go.”

  She nodded, rising to her toes t
o give him another kiss. She truly didn’t want him to leave, not after sharing the most incredible experience of her life. But she knew he was right. “Shall I see you in the morning?”

  “You shall.” His dimple was in full force as he shrugged into his shirt and coat before slipping quietly out the door.

  After he had gone, his words of the other day returned to her. My little romantic, I’m afraid I don’t even believe in love. For Bella, it was an ominous pronouncement indeed. Perhaps he had changed his mind. A troubling inner voice warned her that it was likely he had not. Could she marry a man who didn’t believe in love? Would their passion be enough?

  Mind weighed down with heavy thoughts, Bella gave up trying to go to sleep. She spent the remainder of the night attempting to read her book, her mind wandering from the plot with each turn of the page.

  y noon the next day, Bella was miserably gazing out the same carriage window as a fortnight earlier, watching the countryside trickle by her. She was certain the young lady who had been en route to the house party would scarce recognize the woman leaving it. She had hoped to see Jesse Whitney from afar. Instead, she had shared his bed. He had taken her innocence. It seemed almost like a dream, except for the soreness between her legs. She could still smell the faint traces of his body on hers, and she savored it, couldn’t help herself.

  She looked to her mother, guilt skewering her. She wondered if Maman could tell what she’d done. Likely not, she decided. Drat her conscience. She couldn’t help but feel badly to know that she had been circumventing her mother’s plans for her in such a bold way. If the proud lady had an inkling that Bella had been so much as seeing Jesse Whitney or speaking with him in private, there would be a most severe reckoning. But Bella had done far worse than that, and she was certain that if the dowager ever uncovered the depths of her sins, it would be her mother’s undoing.

  Of course, she wasn’t the only de Vere who had been engaging in questionable behavior. Her brother had been openly courting scandal during the house party, and he showed no sign of returning to his former, respectable self. The dowager’s face was knotted up in a ferocious frown. Maman had discovered that he planned to take his paramour to Marleigh Manor and to jilt his proper fiancée. It spelled the end of his political aspirations as Prime Minister Gladstone’s protégé. However, where Bella had initially been unable to comprehend her brother’s defection, she now understood completely. Love changed everything.

  “My son shall be the death of me,” her mother declared, breaking up Bella’s thoughts as she fanned herself.

  “All will be well, Mother,” Bella reassured, even if she wasn’t entirely certain of the veracity of her own words. “Thornton will not bring us to ruin.”

  The dowager took her by complete surprise, leaning across the tiny space of the carriage to slap Bella across the cheek with her kid glove. Despite the lack of muscle behind the gesture, it surely stung.

  “How dare you?”

  Bella pondered her next words with great care. Never before had she experienced violence at the hands of her mother. “Pray accept my apologies, Maman,” she said at length.

  “Your brother had highest hopes,” her mother nearly spat at her. “Some years ago, he fancied himself in love with that slattern Lady Scarbrough, as she now calls herself. She wed the earl, rotten scoundrel though he may be, and now she has no claim upon my dear, innocent son.” The dowager shook her head in her passion, resembling nothing so much as an enraged sparrow. “She has no claim upon him!”

  Bella stared at her mother, nearly aghast. She knew that Thornton’s less-than-circumspect flirtation with the married countess was setting the dowager at sixes and sevens. But she supposed she’d been far too concerned with the secret scandal she’d been brewing on her own to have a care.

  Guilt threatened anew to swallow her. If Thornton’s actions caused her mother so much distress, there was no telling what havoc Bella’s would wreak upon her. She poked at the pleats of her traveling skirts. “Just so. I feel quite certain that my brother will see the error of his ways.”

  Truly, Bella hadn’t the crumb of an idea as to what Thornton had in mind. She knew from her mother that he intended to bring the married countess to their home. Beyond that, her brother had not confided in her. They had shared heated words about Lady Scarbrough on more than one occasion, and it hurt her that they seemed forever at odds. Once, they had been quite close. Now it seemed years and experience had come between them.

  “I do pray so every evening,” the dowager announced with a fervent air that was nearly disturbing. “I must say I am endlessly relieved to have invited Miss Cuthbert to be joining us at Marleigh Manor. Yes, I daresay she is possessed of just the winning winds we need to blow through this most difficult life of ours. Do you not think so, Bella dearest? Say you adore Miss Cuthbert as much as I do. You know her father is such a well-respected pillar of our society.” The dowager stomped her foot, her face screwed again into displeasure. “It is not right that the marquis should have been so close to glory, darling Arabella. It is most unfair indeed that we shall never see your brother reach his true aspirations if this awful person is to continue on in his life. Surely you must see the indisparity of it all?”

  Bella cleared her throat. “I do believe you mean to say disparity, madam.”

  “Precisely what I said.” The dowager sniffed and then rested her head against the bobbing carriage, closing her eyes. “Now it is merely time that we must rest. Do go to sleep, my dear girl. I find I am desperately fatigued.”

  “Sleep well, Maman.”Bella looked at her mother, already near to snoring state. It was just as well, she reasoned. Better her mother never find out the truth of what she had done, which was far more unforgivable than what her brother had done before her.

  She gulped, pressing her face against the glass. All she could hope was that Jesse would do as he promised and meet her at Marleigh Manor. If he didn’t, Bella knew not what she would do.

  Back in Marleigh Manor, Bella stretched from the familiar comforts of her old bed. It had been some time since she’d been enveloped in its confines. Odd indeed, she supposed, but somehow welcome nonetheless. She was actually pleased to be back in her home, romping about the estate in which she’d grown up. But she was having difficulty truly enjoying it, her mind too preoccupied with thoughts of Jesse.

  An entire day had come to pass since her arrival at the manor and yet she still hadn’t heard if he had arrived. She yawned and reached for the bell pull, hoping that Smith would answer the question she’d been longing to have answered without her having to ask it. Was Jesse here as he’d promised? Nearly two days had passed since they had made love. She had been left with no one to ask if he’d arrived save Smith. But while she adored Smith, she’d been terrified that her dear maid might suspect something untoward had happened. She had to admit that it was most likely that he had followed her to Marleigh Manor as promised, but she was terribly afraid that he hadn’t.

  In truth, Bella didn’t know what she would do, how she would react, if he had disappeared. It was her greatest fear. After all, back at Wilton House, she hadn’t been able to have a private word with him as they had planned. Although they’d seen one another at breakfast, the time for the party to disperse had been upon them. Her mother was in fine dudgeon, determined to return to Marleigh Manor as soon as possible. Bella had been left with no choice save to follow the dowager. To have attempted to remain would have been utter foolishness.

  Smith burst into her chamber then, all smiles and bustle as was her wont. “Good morning to you, my lady, and what a glorious day it appears to be, back here in Marleigh Manor. I can’t say as for you, but I’ve missed it dearly. I do so love the lake and the trees. Wilton House was dashing indeed, but Marleigh Manor is where I shall always consider home.”

  Her brand of enthusiasm was quite infectious.

  Bella smiled. “Good morning to you as well.” She paused for a moment, trying her best to avoid being transparent. “I do s
o miss the excitement of having a house party all about us. Tell me, Smith, do we have any guests?”

  “Yes, my lady,” Smith concurred, busying herself with preparing Bella’s morning toilette. “We have Lady Scarbrough and her sisters fresh from the house party, along with the American Mr. Whitney and your cousin, Lord Fordham. We also have Miss Honoria Cuthbert and her maiden aunt as visitors of the dowager.”

  She nearly sighed with relief. Jesse was here. Blast the rest of them. She couldn’t care for their scandals and troubles now. The man she loved was here. He had followed her, coming just as he’d promised. Her heart was reassured. All would fall into place. It had to now. Didn’t it?

  The dowager was most displeased. Nothing ruined her disposition more than the failure of someone in her coterie to live up to her exacting standards. First, her only son—once the light of the Liberal Party—had lost his head over a trollop. Now it appeared to her that her only daughter was going similarly mad.

  She sighed from her very bones, unbearably weary for a woman of her years. “Hollins,” she called out to her maid who was across the chamber readying her toilette. “Do come here at once.”

  Her loyal lady’s maid hastily appeared at her side. Truly, the woman was a godsend, servant or no, and she’d been a retainer for twenty years. No maids had ever lasted as long in her employ, and she dared say they never would again. She hoped Hollins outlived her, else she’d be lost.

  “How may I be of service to you, my lady?” her maid queried, ever eager to perform her duties.

  She frowned, phrasing her question with delicacy. “What do you know of that American fellow, Mr. Whitney? I’m sure you must have overheard some belowstairs tales by now.”

  “I know only that he doesn’t keep his own man,” Hollins replied. “Aside from that, I suppose no one has said aught.”

  “He hasn’t his own manservant?” The dowager sniffed. “How positively horrid. We shall have to put it down to those beastly American customs, no doubt.”