voice caused her spirits to plummet abruptly.
'What a clever little cat you are,' Matthew Cannon declared contemptuously. 'Wriggling your way into my brother's life, and now into my family's home. You must be quite pleased with yourself.'
Sophia strove to sound emotionless despite a flare of outrage. What right had he to follow her up here and insult her? 'I do not know what you mean, Mr. Cannon. I only hope that I have pleased your mother.'
He gave a guttural laugh. 'I'm sure you have. No doubt you've pleased my brother as well, in more ways than one.'
'Sir?' She pretended not to understand his meaning and began to leave. 'Please excuse me--'
However, he moved in front of the doorway, blocking her exit. His face rounded with a nasty smile. 'Ross must have been an easy target,' he commented. 'After all these years of living as a monk, my brother must have fallen on you like a starving dog with a bone.'
'You are mistaken,' she said shortly. 'Please let me pass, Mr. Cannon.'
'And now you appear to have him well in hand,' he sneered. 'It's the talk of the family. My mother even claims that...well, never mind. I won't dignify her foolish speculations by putting them into words. Just understand one thing, you grasping light-skirts--you will never be part of this family.' As he moved closer, the shadows played over his half-raised hands and made them look like claws.
'Such a thought has never entered my mind,' Sophia said. 'I believe you are the worse for drink, sir.'
Her denial seemed to mollify him. 'As long as you harbor no illusions of ever becoming a Cannon, I have no quarrel with you. In fact...' He gave her a glance ripe with speculation, his mouth becoming heavy-lipped. 'You'll soon tire of my brother's attentions, if you haven't already. He's too saintly to offer real passion to a woman. There's no excitement in going to bed with such bland fare, I'll wager. Why not try a man who can give you some variety?'
'That would be you, I suppose,' Sophia replied acidly.
Matthew spread his hands wide and gave her a knowing smirk. 'Unlike that paragon you work for, I know how to please a woman.' He laughed deep in his throat, then spoke in a confidential murmur. 'I could make you feel things you've never imagined. And if you satisfy me, I'll reward you with all the trinkets a woman could desire. It is a far better lot than you have now, is it not?' 'You disgust me.'
'Do I?' He came forward in two strides and grasped the back of her head, his fingers sinking painfully into her pinned-up hair. 'Then why are you trembling?' he murmured, his mouth hovering above hers. 'You're excited, aren't you?'
She twisted away, making a sound of revulsion. They scuffled briefly, and then Matthew froze as someone else entered the room. To Sophia's horror, she realized that the intruder was Ross. Although the room was dim, his light eyes shone like a cat's. His gaze touched first on Matthew, then settled on Sophia. 'What are you doing here?' he asked roughly.
'I was looking for a place to hide,' Matthew retorted, releasing Sophia abruptly. 'Unfortunately, your precious Miss Sydney decided to make her attentions known to me. As I predicted, she's nothing but a harlot. I wish you joy of her.' He left at once, the door hanging ajar in his wake.
Sophia remained frozen, staring at Ross's huge, dark form. The tense silence was fractured by the sounds of partygoers giggling as they scurried through the house in search of concealment.
'What happened?' Ross asked quietly.
She opened her mouth to tell him the truth, but suddenly a chilling thought occurred to her. Matthew Cannon had just given her the perfect excuse to break things off between herself and Ross. Cleanly. Completely. If Ross believed she had tried to seduce his brother, he would entertain no further interest in her. He would let her go without a second glance. And that would be infinitely easier than the alternative--the arguments, the confessions about the past and how she had planned to ruin him, the pain in Ross's face as he realized that he had sent her brother to his death. Perhaps it would be best to make him think that he had never really known her, that she was unworthy of affection or trust. That he was fortunate to be rid of her.
Summoning all her strength, Sophia made her voice cool and steady. 'Your brother just told you.'
'You tried to seduce him?' Ross asked incredulously.
'Yes.'
'Like hell you did!' He grabbed her much as his brother had, his hand closing around her nape, the other seizing the back of her dress. 'What is going on? I don't play games, and I won't tolerate them from you.'
She hung helpless in his grasp, her face turned away. 'Let me go. It doesn't matter what you believe. The truth is that I don't want you! Now take your hands off me!' She shoved against the muscular bulk of his shoulders, then realized that she had pressed the site of his injury. Ross grunted with discomfort but did not loosen his grip. His wine-scented breath burned her like steam.
'Someone will come in here,' she gasped.
Ross didn't seem to care. His hand urged her head back, exposing the white length of her neck. As their bodies crushed together, Sophia felt the hard thrust of his erection even through the heavy weight of her skirts. He licked at her lips, then sealed his over hers and consumed her with a blatantly lustful kiss. The pleasure of it engulfed her in a hot tide. A whimper rose in her throat, and she writhed against him helplessly.
Ross cupped her breast over the tight bodice of her gown. 'You can't lie to me,' he muttered against her ear. 'I know you too well. Tell me the truth, Sophia.'
Sophia sagged against him in despair, utterly lost. She was no longer in control of her words or actions. Emotion came crashing over her, breaking over her soul until it was washed as clean as a sand-scoured beach. 'I can't,' she said, her voice shattered. 'Because the truth will make you hate me, and I couldn't bear that.'
'Hate you?' he asked thickly. 'Good Lord, how could you think that? Sophia--'
Ross stopped and inhaled sharply as he saw the tears pooling in her eyes. Suddenly his mouth was on hers, hard and demanding, and he fumbled with her clothes as if wanting to rip away every layer between them. She succumbed to his lips and hands, drowning in sensation, all thought submerged in an ecstasy of surrender. He drew her tongue inside his mouth, playing with the silky underside. Losing her balance, Sophia clung harder to his neck. He was the only solid thing in a world that had become volatile and unstable. Suddenly she felt the carpeted floor against her back, and she realized what he meant to do. 'Oh, no,' she whispered, but he silenced her with another of those sweet, shocking kisses while his large body settled over hers.
He pulled the front of her gown up to her waist and tugged at her drawers. Sophia writhed as she felt Ross's hand close on the top of her leg, above the tightly cinched garter. His thumb stroked the thin, hot skin, moving higher and higher until it reached the thatch of crisp, curly hair.
Somewhere in the house, a woman squealed in pretend fright as the murderer made his rounds. The little shriek caused a round of smothered laughter from the game-players.
'They'll find us,' Sophia said, wriggling frantically beneath him. 'Don't, you mustn't...'
His fingers slid tenderly into the cleft between her thighs, the pad of his thumb drawing upward to circle the hood of her sex. She groaned and trembled while his fingers entered her with gentle skill, and his mouth consumed hers with desperate fervor.
'We can't,' Sophia moaned. 'Not here--'
He hushed her with his mouth and caught her head in the crook of his arm. His fingers withdrew, and she felt him opening the front of his trousers. He mounted her, using his thighs to widen the angle between her legs. Turning her face against the bulging muscle of his upper arm, Sophia breathed in shallow pants, her body rigid with anticipation.
His large hand slipped beneath her bottom. 'Relax,' he whispered. 'I'll be gentle. Just open to me. That's it...yes...' And he began to enter her with exquisite care, stretching her, filling her with silk and heat and impossible sensation.
Footsteps hastened past the door...the sounds of gleeful laughter...guests searching for new places to hide.
They were going to be caught. Sophia reared upward in panic, fighting wildly in a sudden effort to free herself. Ross withdrew from her, the weight of his erection sliding wetly from her body. Panting hard, he pinned her wrists to the carpet. 'Hush,' he breathed in her ear. '...shall we try in here?' a female asked as she paused just outside the door.
'No,' came an answering male voice. 'Too obvious. Let's go down the hall...'
Their footsteps retreated from the threshold, and Sophia rolled away from Ross the moment he released her
