Breathless (The House of Rohan 3)

“So no matter how many buttons I unfasten you aren’t about to force yourself upon me, are you?”

“No. You may strip down naked and dance around the room like a houri and I won’t take you unless you ask me to. ”

She considered him for a moment. “I would feel more secure if not for the occasion of our wager in the coaching inn. You’re uncommonly skillful in the manipulation of women. ”

“I’ve studied the art quite thoroughly. ” He crossed his knees. “Toss me a pillow, love, before you undo the next button. I want to be comfortable. ”

He could read her mind so easily. She wanted to tell him she needed all her pillows, but that would give him the excuse to move up on the bed and she certainly didn’t want that. She pulled a soft pillow from behind her back and tossed it to him, then unfastened the third button.

He pushed back his hair, his long, Byronic hair, damn her, and watched her. He liked this part the best, the slow, steady arousal that would become overwhelming until he spent himself in her soft, sweet body. Only her feet were still under the covers, and he wanted to rip the sheets away and toss them on the floor, then put his hands on her calves, spreading her legs for him. This was going to be a challenge, getting her to let go, but he’d always enjoyed challenges. He stayed very still.

“One more,” he said softly. That button would open the white nightgown to the tops of her breasts, the ones she said were too small. They seemed quite lovely to him, beneath their virginal covering. He was looking forward to seeing them. Tasting them. Sucking on them as he slowly thrust in and out of her body.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, forgetting to hide the nervousness in her voice.

“Like what, my sweet?”

“Like a predator. ” And then she pulled herself together, letting out a little trill of laughter that normally would have annoyed him. He knew Miranda too well, knew the nervousness beneath her insouciant behavior, and he recognized it for the paltry defense it was. He was going to be interested to see how long she could keep it up. If she would smile and chatter even as he pushed inside her.

“Listen to me! What a fanciful creature I have become,” she said gaily. “No doubt it is due to our very Gothic mansion, my lord. ”

“You’re about to undo another button on your nightgown. You should call me Lucien. You did before. ”

Her eyes met his for a moment, devoid of artifice, and then she batted her eyelashes at him. “That was a different man, I’m afraid. You weren’t who I thought you were. ”

It shouldn’t bother him. It didn’t bother him. It was too bad she wanted a Caliban to her Miranda. How simplistic. He was a villain, and he would be a fool to pretend otherwise. “I can always unfasten that button for you. ”

She undid it. Her nightgown was now open partway down the valley between her breasts. They were small, but as far as he could tell, quite perfect. “Pull your gown apart,” he said lazily.

She looked at him in utter stillness. “You’re going to lie with me tonight, aren’t you?”

“I already told you, yes. And it won’t be rape. ”

And to his surprise she let out a huge, long-suffering sigh. “Very well, if you insist,” she said in a bored tone of voice. “I do think we should wait till we’re married but if you’re that eager I can hardly deny you. ” She pushed the gown toward her shoulders, exposing the swell of her breasts, the valley between them.

“You aren’t going to fight me?”

“It would be a waste of time. I’ve told you more than once, I’m prag

matic. Why make something even more unpleasant than it already is?”

“I do believe my lovemaking is not generally considered to be unpleasant,” he murmured.

“Well, they’d hardly tell you the truth, would they?”

Such an innocent! Such a delightfully untried innocent, who still blessedly had gotten rid of her infernal hymen so he didn’t have to bother with that part, the blood and the pain and the tears. He’d only taken one virgin in his life, when he himself had been untried, and he swore he would never do it again.

But someone who was almost totally unaware of what actually could lie between a man and a woman was delightful beyond belief.

“I believe there are ways to tell, my darling Miranda. ”

She looked doubtful, but she lay back against the pillows, her long brown plaits making her look absurdly young. “If you say so. Are you certain I can’t change your mind about this?”

“Absolutely certain. ” And he started toward her, moving up the bed like the stalking beast she’d likened him to.

She could smash a ewer over his head, Miranda thought. But there were none in reach. She could get up, tell him she must use the necessary, but he’d probably insist on accompanying her. She’d tried arguing, she’d tried charming him, and nothing had worked.

She had really hoped to get out of this predicament without having to endure lovemaking again, but that had always been an unlikely goal. And in truth, it would be no epic disaster. She had no maidenhead or reputation to lose. He could do whatever he wanted with her and it would make no difference.