The Last Hellion (34 page)

Where's my waistcoat?"

"The waistcoats you wore yesterday are in my quarters, to be cleaned," said Jaynes.

"Curse and confound you! I hadn't emptied the pockets!"

"No, Your Grace. I took that liberty. You will find the—er—contents in the lacquered box on the—That is to say, I shall find it for you, sir." Jaynes started toward the dressing room.

Ainswood backed toward the doorway, blocking it.

"Never mind. I can find the bleeding box. I'm not blind."

"In that case, if you will pardon me, sir, I was about to go down for one of the maids. I should ring, but no one will know who's to come or what for."

Ainswood, who had been about to reenter the dressing room, turned back. "A maid? What the devil do I want with a maid?"

"Her Grace requires—"

"Not in my room."

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"Her Grace's chambers are not fit for—"

"It's past midnight, confound you! I won't have a pack of females clucking and fussing and disrupting every-thing." At last Ainswood seemed to recollect Lydia's existence. He shifted his glower to her.

"Dash it, Grenville, must we start that nonsense tonight?"

"No, my dear," she said.

The green glare flashed back to Jaynes. "You heard her. Go to bed. You'll have all day tomorrow to toady."

Mouth screwed tight, Jaynes bowed and departed.

After the door had closed behind him, Ainswood's expression softened marginally. "I can undress you," he said gruffly.

" 'Can' is not the same as 'want to.' " She went to him, pushed back a lock of chestnut hair from his forehead. "I had supposed the excitement had palled.

You've done it once already."

He edged back, his green eyes wary. "Grenville, you are not going to be…" His gaze shifted away while he sought the word he wanted. "Kind," he tried, and frowned. "Patient." That word didn't satisfy, either, apparently, for his brow furrowed. "I should like to know what you and Lady Dain talked about. Dain said it had to do with torturing husbands."

"What did you and Dain talk about?"

"You." He essayed half a grin. "I must meet with lawyers, and sign away my life, and accept a dowry."

"Lady Dain told me. I had meant to discuss it with you on the way home."

Instead, she had slept most of the way.

The half-grin faded. "Gad, Grenville, are we going to have to
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why you're humoring me? Because if it is, you're wasting your time. You'll have to quarrel with Dain about it."

She studied him. He'd discarded his coat, waistcoat, and neckcloth without Jayne's assistance. Which probably meant those garments were lying on his dressing room floor. Along with his boots. His left shirt cuff was but-toned. The button was gone from the right, and a large tear told her why. She grasped his wrist and pointed to the tear.

"If you had trouble getting it unbuttoned, why didn't you bellow for help?" she asked. "We were only in the next room."

He shook her off. "Don't take care of me. I don't need taking care of."

Her temper flared. She banked it and retreated a pace. "No, and you don't need a wife, either, I'm sure." She walked away to the window. "This should be interesting—watching you try to figure out what to do with me."

He stomped back into the dressing room and slammed the door.

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Ten seconds later, there was more stomping, and the door flew open. "I didn't think!" he shouted. "Are you happy now? I admit it. I didn't think past the wedding night. And now you're going to turn everything inside out, and—and there'll be
maids
parading in and out of
my room
—and I won't have a minute's peace!"

"That is correct," Lydia said calmly. "I am going to turn this house upside down and inside out, from garret to cellar. Because it is a disgrace. I cannot abide disorder. I will not have it." She folded her arms. "What do you propose to do?

Shoot me? Chuck me out the window?"

"Of course I won't! Damnation, Grenville—" He stormed to the fireplace, slammed his hand against the mantel, and glared at the fire.

"Even if I could abide dirt and disorder," she went on steadily, "it is very bad for morale. This is a fine house. It is a shame to let it go to rack and ruin, and a good staff with it. I will not compromise on this matter, Ainswood. You must like it or lump it."

"Bloody hell."

"Perhaps I had better dispel all illusions at once," she said. "It is very unlikely I shall compromise on any matter. I am not at all sure I possess the capability."

He lifted his head, glanced briefly at her. "You married me. That was a compromise. Of your curst damn principles."

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"It was not a compromise, but a complete overthrow of my principles," she said.

"The only way I can restore my equilibrium is by arranging everything precisely as it ought to be."

His gaze returned to her and settled accusingly. "You said you wanted to make me happy."

She opened her mouth to retort, then shut it.

She paced the length of the room instead. It was a considerable length, and minutes passed. He said nothing. All he did was straighten away from the fireplace and watch her.

She had an idea of what the fundamental problem was, and since it was her habit to confront problems straight on, her instinctive reaction was to confront him.

The trouble was, it wasn't Ainswood's nature to confront his troubles straight on, else he wouldn't have the problem in the first place.

She had to choose her words carefully.

She covered the room's length once more. Then she went to the window and looked down into the garden. A light rain had begun falling. She heard it rather than saw it. With starlight and moonlight blotted out, the world outside the window might as well have been an abyss.

"Devil roast me," his exasperated voice broke the silence. "It isn't your fault I didn't consider the consequences. You gave me every chance."

She turned from the window. He stood not far from the fire, behind a chair whose back he grasped. He was staring at his hands, his handsome countenance as rigid as a death mask.

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goddamn about this pile."

He didn't, obviously. He wished it didn't exist, she supposed. Since it did, the next best thing was to pretend it didn't, to pretend nothing had changed, and he wasn't the Duke of Ainswood. He shut his eyes and mind to the house and staff he'd inherited, in the same way he shut out all the other responsibilities of the dukedom.

That's not my fault, is it
? he'd said so bitterly when, not many days ago, Lydia had reminded him of the title he bore.

"A most astute observation," she said, strolling toward the bed. "Since you don't give a bloody goddamn, it makes no sense for you to roar and rage about what I do with the household. If you find the reorganization process trying to your nerves—and I will admit, there will be tumult and apparent confusion for perhaps as much as a fortnight—you will be so good as to take your fits elsewhere. Out of the house."

"Out of the—"

"I don't want you upsetting the servants. How can one expect them to develop enthusiasm for their work—not to mention their mistress—if you are stomping about, snarling and snapping at everyone?"

"You are throwing me out of my
own house
?"

She met his stormy gaze. She preferred it stormy, the bleak look wiped out by indignation. "You rarely visit it. You don't care what becomes of it. I should think you'd be happier elsewhere."

"Damnation, Grenville, we were married only yesterday—and—and you're chucking me?" He let go of the chair, advanced upon her, and grabbed her shoulders. "I
married
you, dammit. I'm your husband, not a lover you can discard after one tumble."

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His mouth came down hard on hers.

It was quick, fierce, and devastating, an erotic rampage, demanding what she'd never intended to withhold.

She tasted anger and power, but more than that was the sin of it, the diabolical knowing of it, the way he made love words inside her mouth with his tongue.

He released her before she was ready. Unbalanced, she caught a fistful of his shirt. "Good God, Ainswood." A few seared syllables; that was all she could get out.

"Vere," he growled. "You said my name when we said our vows. Say it, Lydia."

"Vere." She reached up, cupped his face to tilt it toward hers. "Do it again."

"You're not throwing me away," he said. With a flick of his fingers he unfastened the topmost button of her bodice. With the quick assurance of a concert pianist performing arpeggios, he undid the rest.

She brought her hands down, let them hang uselessly at her sides. "You've got it all wrong," she said.

"I'll make it right." He unfastened hooks and tapes with the same ruthless efficiency.

In a moment, her black frock was a heap on the floor. He kicked it aside.

He started on the petticoat.

"I never said I don't want you," she tried.

"You don't want me
enough
." He paused, though, his fingers brushing over lace and silk ribbons. His grim expression softened a degree. "Pretty."

"A gift from Lady Dain."

He bent his head and drew his tongue over the intricate, gossamer-light edging of the petticoat's bodice.

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She sucked in her breath, dug tense fingers into his hair, to stop him. "What are you doing?" She heard the uncertainty and anxiety in her voice and hated it, but couldn't help it. He was a rake. He'd committed acts of depravity she, completely inexperienced, could scarcely begin to imagine.

He turned his head and nipped the skin of her forearm.

She let go.

"You put on lovely new underthings, just for me," he said. "It's sweet."

They were lovely. And ghastly expensive, no doubt. But it would have been churlish to refuse Lady Dain's gifts, even though she had gone overboard and given Lydia enough lewd underwear to dress a dozen harlots. "Does that mean you're not cross anymore?" she asked warily.

He lifted his gaze to hers. She saw twin slits of green, dark and glinting. "Was I cross? I've completely forgotten." He smiled then, that dreadful, brain-bone-muscle-melting smile. It was lethal, the lazy curve of his dissolute mouth, and he most certainly knew it. No wonder he despised women. He'd only to turn that smile upon them to topple them like ninepins.

She toppled, too, inwardly, while outwardly she reached for him, brought his face to hers, and trailed her lips over that wicked curve.

He simply let her do it. He didn't move, didn't respond. His hands remained at her waist, where they'd come to rest a moment before.

She drew her tongue over his mouth, in the same teasing way he'd done to the lace of her bodice.

The grip on her waist tightened.

She nipped at his lower lip, as he had done to her arm.

He nipped back, then, and parted for her.

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It was long and deep and dark this time, a kiss that was like falling off a precipice.

And while she fell, so did her petticoat, so smoothly and easily that she was scarcely aware it was happening. His big hands ran over her like water while tapes and buttons gave way and hooks lost their mates.

Her petticoat cascaded to a whispering heap at her feet. He knelt and gently pushed it away. He put her hand on his shoulder and took off her shoes and set them neatly aside.

He held up his hands and she took them, and came down to kneel on the carpet in front of him.

"That's the prettiest corset I've ever seen," he whispered. "Too pretty to take off in a mad rush. Turn around, Lydia."

It
was
pretty, embroidered with pink twining vines and tiny leaves. From behind, he drew his fingers over the edge of the corset, where the lacy chemise veiled her breasts. He spread his hands over the front of the garment while he kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders.

She was weak with longing already. All she could do was stroke his wonderfully wicked hands and swim in sensation.

He drew the corset away. She heard his sharp inhalation.

"Oh, Lydia, this is…
evil
." His voice was a rough whisper. He stroked over the back of the chemise.

It was made of silk as thin as a butterfly's wing, in the palest blush of pink.

"Turn around," he said.

She turned, resisting the temptation to cover herself. He'd seen her naked before, hadn't he?

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"It doesn't conceal much, does it?" she said, fighting down a nervous giggle.

"I forgive you," he said thickly. His green gaze dwelt lingeringly upon her breasts.

"For what?"

"Everything."

He pulled her into his arms and bore her down with him to the carpet.

He forgave her with deep, wild kisses that hurtled her over the precipice and dragged her up again. He forgave her with his hands, with caresses rough and tender by turns.

She had no control. The slow undressing had awakened in her something deeper and darker than what, before, she'd called lust, infatuation.

He was big and strong and beautiful and diabolically knowing, and everything he was, every pore and cell of him, she wanted for herself alone.

The drive to possess and conquer was in her Ballister blood, and it was a hot blood, wild and greedy.

She had no patience to be further undressed, and pushed his hands from her drawer strings. She pushed him onto his back and dragged off his shirt. He let out a low, short laugh that turned into a groan when she unbuttoned « his trousers. She was not so smooth as he had been, but she was quicker. She peeled them off and tossed them aside, and sat back on her haunches.