“Feel me, Jemma.” Sharp and commanding, his words were edged with unsatisfied desire. “Open yer hand and feel just how hard my cock still is.”
“That is indecent.”
“It’s natural. Admit that ye wanted to touch me as freely as I was touching ye. With nothing between us, only skin and pleasure. Lying there and being touched is not enough for ye is it . . . wildcat?”
It wasn’t. She had yearned to feel him . . . so much so that the craving had almost consumed her.
Her fingers opened and closed around his member, the hot flesh too tempting to ignore. Need ate at her, blurring the line between right and wrong until there was only hunger and what she wanted to satisfy it.
“That’s it, close yer hand around me staff and watch how much it pleases me.”
His nostrils flared and his eyes filled with delight. His length was hot and smooth against her hand, but it was also hard, the length rigid and swollen. She slid her hand up to the top of it and felt a thick ridge that crowned it.
“That is what yer passage was wet and eager for. My finger was but a tiny offering compared to what ye really hungered for.”
He stood up, pulling his cock from her grasp. A ripple of satisfaction moved through her, reminding her that he had fed her hunger while keeping his.
“But why did you not take me?”
“Because I intend to wed ye, and I want ye kneeling beside me because ye know that I am yer match, not because ye believe I ruined ye. I want yer trust and yer surrender, and nothing else will do to satisfy me.”
He picked up her other boot and walked toward the door, but he turned to look back at her.
“If ye still want to fight with me over the issue, Jemma, be very sure that I will meet ye on the field as many times as ye insist before ye consent to wed me, but I will nae give ye what ye truly crave until ye are my wife.”
He opened the door and shut it with a solid sound behind him. She sat poised on her knees once more in the center of the bed, completely stripped of everything that she had believed important in life. Everything she had been back at Amber Hill meant nothing here.
But did she want to return to being that girl?
Jemma sat down to contemplate that question because it was a very good one, considering that she did indeed like being pleasured like a woman. She looked around the bed and saw not a place to rest, but a place to feed the throbbing in her passage. It was lonely now that Gordon was gone; she felt the chill that had nothing to do with the open windows and everything to do with her choices.
Surrender?
Her pride bristled, but she couldn’t quite reject the idea altogether because he had been correct in one thing. There was a part of her that enjoyed being challenged when she tried to cast his advances aside. Deep down in that place where she enjoyed his strength was something that wanted to shout with joy because he had not taken her, and kissed her in spite of it.
But more important than all that was the spreading glow of contentment that came from the fact that she was still a virgin. She ached for his possession and could not have reproached him for taking her when she asked him for it. The warm feeling wrapping around her came from the fact that he did indeed have honor, an unbending sort that kept him from taking her just because passion had been licking her unmercifully.
Trust? Well, that was growing, and she feared that there was nothing she might do to hinder it.
Anyon was waiting on him again.
The sight of her did nothing to soften his mood; in fact it sent him to growling. His mistress smiled. Somehow, he’d failed to notice that the woman was very crafty. She knew him better than he believed and had used that knowledge to secure herself a position in his bed. Now that he was thinking about it, he had never asked her to be his mistress, but he knew that everyone thought she was. After all, he had done nothing to prevent it being said.
“Anyon, I do nae want to be unkind to ye, but I will seek ye out no more.”
She fluttered her eyelashes, but the motion only struck him as another ploy to bend him to her will.
“I’ll be marrying Jemma Ramsden.”
Anyon offered a disgusted look. “Why would ye wed a woman who just tried to run away from ye?” She walked toward him, her body wiggling in all the places that normally pleased him. Tonight even the extreme amount of cleavage she had on display failed to snare his attention. His mind was full of the soft rose-colored nipples he’d left behind the chamber door. Thinking of those buds sent a fresh bolt of need through his cock.
Anyon pressed her hands flat on top of his chest and rubbed her breasts against him. “Ye deserve a woman who values ye. I would nae shame ye.”
“Enough. I told ye, I’ll not seek ye out again.” He clasped her wrists and set her away from him. Anger flashed in her eyes, but she lowered her lashes to conceal it.
“I will nae set ye out, Anyon, and I’ll see ye settled with enough coin to get yerself a husband who pleases ye.”
“The only one who pleases me is you, Gordon.”
He didn’t care for the sound of his name on her lips. How had he never noticed that she used his name to secure her own position? There was no hint of wounded feeling in her eyes, only taunted ambition.
“And ye’ll mind how ye address me from hence forward. Ye were nae pure when ye came to me, Anyon, and ye are the one who came to me.”
“Something ye seemed plenty happy about at the time.” Anyon failed to keep her temper under control, and it flashed at him.
