Part 62 (1/2)
Amelia nervously licked her dry lips, barely aware of Justin reaching down to shove open the door to her private rooms.
”You made no effort to halt me from leaving,” she accused.
His mouth tightened, as if she had struck a nerve. ”I was stupid enough to hope that with time and distance your wounds would heal and we could begin again.”
”You thought I would forget you seduced and tricked me into marriage?”
”Do not pretend you were without your own selfish motives.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. ”What is that supposed to mean?”
”I was not alone in desiring what our marriage offered,” he drawled. ”You were frantic to be independent of your mother.”
Heat flooded her cheeks. She should have known he would have been perceptive enough to realize it would take more than the humiliation of being caught in a compromising position to force her into marriage once she discovered he was no more than a fortune-hunter.
In truth, she had been determined to call an end to the hasty wedding once her supposed friends had arrived at her home to reveal that the gossips were busy whispering that Lord Spaulding had been quite cunning in acquiring the funds he so desperately needed. She would rather have withdrawn from society in shame than wed a man she hated.
But, at the last moment, the thought of being forever trapped with her mother had halted her impetuous need to be rid of Justin. Mrs Uhlmeyer was not an evil woman. But as the daughter of a wealthy merchant who had managed to capture a husband who could move along the fringes of the ton, she had been obsessively consumed with her desire to see Amelia married to an aristocrat. She would have made her daughter's life a misery if she were to decline a proposal from the Earl of Spaulding.
”Fine,” she gritted. ”We both have what we needed from our unholy union. So why are you here?”
”Because I do not yet have everything I want from this marriage.”
She frowned, a strange chill inching down her spine. ”You have my money, I have nothing else to offer.”
”You could not be more mistaken.”
His smug expression made her wish she had the small pistol she carried in her reticule. Her frustration would be considerably eased by lodging a bullet in his a.r.s.e.
”What do you want from me?”
”It is quite simple, Amelia,” he murmured. ”I want a son.”
Two.
Taking advantage of Amelia's momentary shock, Justin carried her over the threshold and headed directly towards the canopied bed in the centre of the vast room.
Laying her on the mattress, he briefly savoured the sight of his wife's l.u.s.trous skin, which possessed the sheen of the finest pearl in the candlelight. b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, she was a tempting minx with her fiery curls tumbled about her delicate face and her green eyes filled with fury. Even when his wife had been a shy wallflower attired in the hideous gowns her mother had insisted upon, Justin had been acutely aware of her hidden beauty. It had caused more than one sleepless night. Now . . .
Now her beauty had ripened, becoming even more breathtaking with the air of confidence she had acquired since he last caught sight of her.
He swallowed a groan as desire slammed into him with the force of a kicking mule.
d.a.m.n it. When he had made the decision to travel to London it had been with the full intention of taking his place as Amelia's husband. In her life. And in her bed.
But he had not intended to fall on her like a ravaging beast the moment he entered the house.
Sucking in a deep, steadying breath, he forced himself to turn his attention to the connecting rooms that had once belonged to his parents. He was prepared for the lavender satin wall panels and delicate rosewood furnis.h.i.+ngs that had replaced the dark, decidedly ugly furniture preferred by his ancestors. He had, after all, been aware of every alteration made to the townhouse. A rueful smile found his lips. He might have been willing to give Amelia the time and distance needed to heal her wounds, but he hadn't been prepared to leave her unprotected. Which was precisely why he had ensured that several members of her staff happened to be his own loyal servants.
”Lovely,” he murmured in genuine appreciation. ”I knew that I could leave the renovations of this house in your capable hands. You have always possessed exquisite taste when not being ridden roughshod by your mother. I am anxious for you to turn your talents to Rosemount.” He turned back to watch Amelia scramble to sit upright, her eyes dark with an awareness she was clearly determined to deny. ”Unlike my relatives I find little to be admired in shabby medieval furnis.h.i.+ngs and dour portraits of long-dead Spauldings. I wish you to make the manor house a home.” He paused, giving her a smile of antic.i.p.ation. ”Our home.”
”I did not refurbish the townhouse to please you.”
”And yet I am pleased.” His smile widened as his gaze lowered to the enticing curve of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. ”Very pleased.”
Her chin tilted, but Justin did not miss her tiny s.h.i.+ver. ”I want you to leave.”
He reached to thread his fingers through her satin curls, which s.h.i.+mmered like flames against the pure ivory of her skin, his arousal pressing painfully against his breeches.
”Not until I have what I have come for,” he said, huskily.
”Are you batty?”
His lips twisted. ”There are many gentlemen who would consider me mad to have waited so long to take what is rightfully mine.”
”Rightfully yours? I am not your property.”
”No, you are my wife.” Barely aware he was moving, Justin settled next to her on the mattress, his fingers fisting in her hair as he was besieged by a surge of sheer male possession. He had waited for months to claim this woman as his own. He would wait no longer. ”And soon to be the mother of my children.”
He heard her breath catch. ”So, that's the devil's bargain, is it? Never.”
”Come, Amelia. You knew that we could not continue to live estranged.”
”Why not? There are any number of couples who choose to live separate lives.”
Justin bit back his instinctive words. He had known when he travelled to London that Amelia still harboured her bitter resentment. And that she was not yet prepared to accept what he had to say. He would have to tread with care.
”Only after they have produced the necessary heirs,” he said. ”Surely you do not believe I would have gone to such effort to salvage my estates without the hope that we will one day pa.s.s them to our children?”
”And because it is what you want my own desires are meaningless?”
”On the contrary. Your . . .” He bent forwards to graze a soft kiss over her mouth. ”Desires are of utmost importance. That much I can a.s.sure you.”
For a dazzling moment her lips softened in ready pleasure and Justin swallowed a low groan. Christ. If she only knew how many nights he had lain awake, plagued by his craving to have her in his arms, or lying beneath him as he sheathed himself deep in her body. He vividly recalled the honeyed sweetness of her lips and her gratifying moans of encouragement as he had discovered how best to please her. Then his memories were shattered as her hands lifted to his chest, pus.h.i.+ng him away with a small cry.
”How dare you?”
Justin struggled to leash his desire, pulling back to regard her with a brooding frown.
”I have not forgotten how readily you responded to my kisses, to my touch,” he said, his voice thick. ”You desired me. You still desire me.”
”No.”
”Yes.” His fingers tightened in her hair, his body clenched with frustrated hunger. ”My G.o.d, I have missed you, Amelia. Do you know on how many occasions I started towards London only to return to Rosemount? Or how often I stood at the window and imagined you rus.h.i.+ng up the drive and into my arms?”