A Touch of Passion (33 page)

Portia was ecstatic too. She was marrying Grayson in one week. Given the situation they found themselves, with the villainess still at large, the wedding would be a quiet family affair at Henslowe Court’s chapel. They were waiting for her family to arrive. She was the family’s only daughter, and she wanted her mother to share in her joy.

It was killing her, though, as Grayson insisted they would not be intimate again until husband and wife, to make the wedding night special. As if it would not be special enough!

She knew the men had a wager going as to whether Grayson would make it to the wedding night without succumbing to his lust. He’d be shocked to learn she’d placed her own bet with Sebastian on the outcome too. There was no way she would be alone in her bed until her wedding day. She smiled inwardly. She intended to win the bet by seducing Grayson. She was looking forward to tonight.

The men decided to stay outside after the game. They sat on the small jetty, watching and chuckling as Maitland floundered around in the lake looking for his ball.

Maitland lost his temper for once. “If she were not your sister, I’d strangle her. No, better yet, shove this wet ball down her—”

Sebastian laughed. “If I recall, only a month ago you were suggesting a match.”

Maitland shivered and not because he was soaking wet. “Good God, that was a mistake. She’s a little hellion.”

Grayson looked puzzled. “Why suggest marriage, then?”

Maitland shook off his drenched jacket and grabbed a whiskey from the tray a servant had brought down to the jetty for the men. “I’m the last of my line, a madwoman is out to kill me, I need a son, despite her atrocious attitude Marisa is beautiful, it would align our two families, Sebastian knows I’d be good to her, she’d be marrying a duke, and a marriage could have been organized quickly without any fuss.” He ticked off the points on his fingers as he spoke.

“Just what Marisa wished for her wedding—no fuss,” Sebastian added sarcastically. “I suspect when the announcement comes that she’s to wed Lord Rutherford, she’ll be expecting a huge wedding. Therefore, we need to catch our villainess quickly. I won’t be able to ensure her safety once she weds.”

Christian strolled back to the jetty from the house, a jauntiness in his stride. He was still over the moon about the safe birth of his son. “Marisa is pouring tea, but she’s still angry at you. What are you all laughing at?”

Grayson replied, “Maitland. Did you know he’d suggested a match with Marisa?”

“Why?” Christian asked as he accepted a drink and sat down next to Grayson.

“Why do you think? He thought it prudent given he has no son and is an only child.”

“I merely selected the wrong woman,” Maitland opined. “Marisa’s much too spirited. Perhaps her sister, Helen, would suit.”

Sebastian parried, “I wouldn’t let any sister of mine marry you. I want them to be happy, to find love.”

Maitland shook his head slowly. “Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Love. It’s simply an imbalance of the brain and soon wears off. A quiet, demure woman is what I need. I shall live quite happily without ongoing hysterics.”

Grayson shook his head. “No, Maitland, you’re wrong. Portia’s love has taught me that you don’t marry the woman you can live with. You marry the woman you cannot live without.”

“Never a truer word have you spoken, Grayson.” Christian raised his glass. “To love—it makes us better men.”

They sat in companionable silence, except for Maitland’s mutterings about “the world gone mad” and “Libertine Scholars succumbing to love … ridiculous.”

It was Sebastian who broke the serenity of the moment by standing and shielding his eyes from the late-afternoon sun.

“A rider’s coming, and at quite a pace.”

Grayson bolted to his feet along with the other men, and they all took off at a run toward the house.

The rider carried a missive from Arend that suggested all the Libertine Scholars and their families head back to London.

After dinner the men were in Christian’s study discussing the note.

“It’s definitely Arend’s handwriting. I’d recognize his terrible script anywhere.”

Grayson took Maitland’s word for it, as his attention to detail was well known. “Do we go?”

Christian cursed out loud. “I don’t like it. The women are safer here, where we can patrol the grounds. London is too crowded. It’d be easy for killers to hide and blend in.”

Sebastian put in, “I agree. You know we will never be able to keep the women indoors. They will want to go visiting or shopping.”

“I can’t go. Portia’s family is arriving in a day or two for the wedding. I’m not changing the arrangements. I’m not waiting a moment longer to wed her.”

“That couldn’t be because of a vow of abstinence you’ve taken?” Maitland joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I can’t go either. Robert’s too little to travel, and I’m not leaving him and Serena behind.” Christian’s tone and face showed there would be no changing his mind.

Maitland looked across at Sebastian. “That leaves you and me. Arend wouldn’t ask us to come unless it was important.”

Sebastian shifted uneasily in his chair. He thought for a few moments before saying, “I’ll go up to town with Maitland. I’ll take Beatrice and the girls with me. If Marisa gets her proposal, it should be announced properly, or the
ton
may think there is something scandalous about the union. I don’t want that for her.”

“Thank you, Sebastian. If when you two reach London you need our help, then we will consider coming.” That settled, Christian changed the subject. “Before you leave, let’s see if any of you can beat me at billiards.”

Almost three hours later, Grayson climbed the stairs to his room. He would have stayed up all night, but the men’s ribbing compelled him to leave the billiard room. They knew as well as he did that he was staying downstairs to avoid temptation, as he’d have to walk past Portia’s door to get to his bedchamber.

He wished he’d never tried to be honorable and stay out of her bed until their wedding night. It was absolute torment because he got to see her every day. Her smile sent his blood pumping. Her voice sent heat flaming over his skin. Her casual touch made him as hard as rock, and he kept having to hide behind high-backed chairs.

His feet slowed as they reached her door. He stood for one moment, undecided. Then he straightened his back and strode determinedly past. What would she think if he went back on his word?

He opened his bedroom door, not looking forward to another night of tossing and turning. Although erotic dreams of Portia were quite pleasurable, he much preferred and in fact craved the real thing.

There was a low fire in the grate, but he couldn’t see Timmins, his valet, anywhere. He stomped to his dresser and discarded his cravat. Only then did a soft sigh reach his ears, and he turned to look toward the bed. Portia lay naked across his sheets, her fiery hair falling around her milky shoulders and across his pillows.

All the blood in his body fled south as his mouth dried.

She pushed herself up onto her knees and crooked her finger at him. She looked like a seductive goddess, and he didn’t need any further encouragement. He started discarding his jacket as he moved toward the large four-poster.

She crawled to the edge of the bed and began helping him out of his clothes.

“I doubt I’ll ever enjoy losing a wager so much,” he managed to get out.

She pressed her lips to his bare chest, just above his heart. “That’s all right, my darling.
You
may have lost, but
I
will have won my wager.”

Grayson picked her up and threw her on the bed, his body following her down to press her deep into the mattress as she squealed in delight. He kissed her soundly before whispering in her ear, “I’m thankful you’re such a clever woman.”

As he moved down her body, his lips leaving a trail of heat that only having Grayson buried deep within her would extinguish, he added, “Let me show you just how thankful I am.”

I’d like to acknowledge the patience of the Loveswept team, in particular, Sue Grimshaw, while writing this book. Without their silent support during a very difficult period I’m not sure this book would ever have been finished. I love writing for Loveswept, and I’m so appreciative of Sue and her team. Thank you.

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