Chapter 6

6

Hannah couldn't catch her breath. She stared at Dougald, this angry, hostile lord who stroked his chin and looked so thoughtful. The old Dougald would never be so callous, yet this man spoke of her murder with a calm that froze her blood.

"Killing you would certainly solve all my problems. As long as I didn't get caught, I'd be no more notorious than I already am." Then he laughed. A husky, illused chuckle. "Of course, I mention it only as one of our options. I would never truly harm you in any way…my love."

Swine! To jest about her death now, tonight, the first time they'd seen each other in nine years! To mention a cold grave while the fog swirled outside and the only soul who knew her true identity and background was the very man who menaced her. If she wanted proof that he truly did not love her, had never loved her, his words, his laughter provided that proof. Well. She would not sit here and allow him to torment her. She had had a difficult trip. Merely seeing him had been a horrible shock.

She'd had enough. Enough of his threats, his sneers, his taunts, his reminiscences. She wanted to rush at him, to shake her finger in his face, show him his mistake in thinking he could humiliate her. Her, the headmistress of the Distinguished Academy of Governesses and the businesswoman who had guided the school to success!

Enough of being afraid. She wasn't afraid of anyone. Certainly not a man, a coward! who stalked her, who threatened to make her perform her marital duties unwillingly, who found joy in intimidating her.

"I didn't dream about you at all." Striding over to him, she stood over the top of him and looked down at him. Tilting his head up, he looked back.

Handsome? No, not any longer, but intense, burning with…with some emotion. Ardor, maybe. Hatred, perhaps. She would probably never know. The passions that lived in him were now disciplined, allowed out only on a short tether.

Masculine? Yes, shadow and candlelight sculpted his features, leaving no kindness, no tenderness, no soft curve…except for his mouth. That mouth…the lips were buttery-soft, plush and downy, especially when they kissed her neck, her breast, her thigh.

Tall? Yes, but she was, too. When they married, they stood together in the reception line and people had told them how well they looked together. A few indiscreet and rather tipsy gentlemen had brayed about how they would make beautiful children together.

They hadn't; she had quite consciously left before a child tied her to the man who had manipulated her. Disappointed her. No, during the long years alone she wisely never imagined anything about him. She didn't like the weeping that would inevitably follow.

Yes, this was Dougald, and she would not be afraid of him. Wedging her knee on the seat between his thigh and the chair arm, she asked, "If you don't want me to be your wife, why did you bring me here?"

He observed her as he would observe a cat he had vexed—with caution, yet without worry. For how much damage can one little cat cause?

His mistake. She was strong. She could taunt and threaten and intimidate, too. Better, she could make him want her, and she could take command.

"I want you," he answered. "To care for my aunt."

"You could hired a local woman." Placing her hand on his shoulder, she leaned closer to him and had the great joy of feeling him draw back slightly. Her aggressive rush had at least puzzled him. "You went to a great deal of trouble to get me."

"Perhaps I've grown parsimonious in my old age. After all, I don't have to pay my wife."

His breath brushed her face, the heat of his body burned through his waistcoat. His hands rested on the arms of the chair, seemingly at rest, apparently uninterested in lifting toward the body so close above his own.

"Slave labor," she accused.

"Almost as good," he said. "The loving labor of a spouse."

Sarcastic creature! But she didn't fear to confront him. "Or perhaps you have some other plan…?"

"Anything is possible." He sounded vaguely bored. "But what is definite is that you're going to stay, and you're going to work, and you're not going to know my plans until I want you to."

"Maybe." She leaned all the way down, close enough to look right into his eyes, close enough that their lips almost kissed. "Maybe not."

Then she closed the gap—and kissed him.

She tasted the surprise on his lips. Good! Good. She'd taken the smug swine unawares with her sudden move.

Taken herself unawares, too…

Her eyelids fluttered closed.

His lips were the same. Smooth, wide, sensual. As a young girl, she spent hours exploring his lips, trying to identify why his kisses so enchanted her. She had never succeeded, and now as she rested her lips on his, then slanted her head to fit them closer together, she wondered if she should actually taste him. Open her lips over his, invite him inside, and if he resisted, she would take the initiative, go deep into the wine-scented cavern and show him just how much his wife she really was….

No, she shouldn't. That would lead them places she didn't want to go. Instead she would keep it light, remember the impulse that had led her here and understand she strove to take the upper hand.

She would ignore her own quickened breathing, the faint sheen of perspiration this contact brought her, and just touch his face with her hand. Just touch him softly…he'd shaved his chin. He'd shaved not long before she had arrived, because his black beard was nothing but a velvet burr against her fingertips. A burr on that broad jaw. She spread her fingers, seeking to touch more, and she located his cheekbone. Her thumb slid across, once, twice. The skin there was always smooth, a pleasure to stroke. Her fingertips rubbed his ear, circling each ridge, holding the lobe, then lightly massaging it.

Beneath her other hand, his shoulder flexed. Yes. A caress on the ear had always disturbed him. Always brought his body surging toward hers.

She broke off the kiss and straightened up. Prudence. A chance to grasp at discretion.

He wasn't surging toward her. He hadn't moved at all. His hands still rested on the arms of the chair, his thigh still pressed against her knee, he still watched her…still watched her.

Her lips felt swollen when she asked, "Shall I stop?"

"No."

"This is insane."

With heartfelt sincerity, he said, "To hell with sanity."

Yes. Yes. Perhaps she was deranged, but this asylum imprisoned two. Here, between the two of them, uncontrollable emotions rose and tossed them on the seas of passion, and no matter how he wished it otherwise, he responded to her. In this matter, at least, his discipline was inadequate.

Her hand slid into his hair, along his temple and into the silky strands. She sifted them through her fingers. Streaks of white. Dear heavens, he had streaks of white mixed with the shiny black, and he was but thirty-six. Between her fingers, she fancied she could feel the difference in colors. Certainly she could feel pain, loneliness, worry.

Had he suffered? How she hoped so!

Stroking the hair away from his face, she bent toward him again. His lips…sweet. Remarkably sweet for such a bitter man. With her eyes and her lips closed, she could almost taste him through the faint brush of his breath. Almost taste him…

Almost wasn't enough.

Softly she opened her lips on his, showing him, coaxing his mouth open. He was an apt student, ready to follow her example, just as if he'd never done this before, never seduced her, never brought her to whimpering pleasure just so he could bend her to his will…

Damn him. Her fingers clenched in his hair. Her palm leaned hard against his shoulder. She pressed her tongue into his mouth, taking pleasure in overpowering him.

And he…Dougald wouldn't stand for that. Of course not. He answered in kind, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, fighting with her for mastery. His hands spanned her waist, holding her in place.

As if she would try to get away now! Now, when she had him just where she wanted him, beneath her, kissing on her command. She had taken the initiative. Let him try to wrest it from her—

A firm, chilly, disapproving voice broke through Hannah's stupor. "We are going to have to keep an eye on those two."