“And you’re just wondering now?”
“She said it had something to do with pouches of diamonds and women… I think I didn’t want to know.”
“Then why are you questioning me?”
Because now she had a hunger to know everything about him, the bad and the good. She wanted to savor every aspect, every quality. She would have only memories later, and those memories must be of the complete man. “Tell me.”
“It was a long time ago,” he said impatiently. “I don’t practice such idiocies any longer.” He rubbed his cheek back and forth against her breast. “And it’s not for my wife’s ears.”
“But I’m not your wife.”
“You will be.”
She did not argue with him. She had no wish to spoil the moment. “I want to know.”
He raised his head. “You won’t like it.”
She looked at him from beneath her lashes and murmured teasingly, “It cannot be any worse than what I know of you already.”
He flinched. “What a comforting thought. However, I beg to disagree.” He lifted her hand and pressed his lips to the palm. “There are details of my unsavory past that you don’t know and should not know.” He asked absently, “What on earth is that smell?”
She stiffened and tried to tug her hand away. “What smell?”
He sniffed her palm. “I noticed it before. It’s familiar, but I can’t quite place it…”
“Horse,” she said quickly. “I told you that I had little chance to bathe on this journey.” She forced a smile. “And you should not be so ungentlemanly as to remark on it.” She had to distract him. “Or are you merely trying to avoid my question? I want to know about the Duke of Diamonds.”
He frowned. “By God, do you never give up?”
He had dropped her hand, but she must be quite sure the memory of that scent was blotted from his mind. Her jaw set, and she said, “Evidently everyone in the
“It was only an absurd conceit. At the end of an evening of pleasure I’d leave a leather pouch of diamonds for the lady. The pouch would contain one diamond for every time she had pleased me.” He looked away from her. “It aroused a certain competitiveness that intrigued me.”
He was not telling her everything. “Dorothy said there was something else… that they laughed when they spoke of it.”
“Dorothy should not have even discussed this with you.” He shrugged and then said curtly, “It was the places I left the pouch in that they found amusing.”
“The places-” Then she understood, and heat flooded her cheeks.
“I told you that you wouldn’t like it.”
“I don’t like it!” She sat up and reached for her cloak. “I find it wicked and depraved.” She jumped to her feet, flung the cloak about her, and strode toward the door. “As I find you.”
“For God’s sake, where are you going?”
“Away from you. There must be somewhere in this huge place where I can avoid seeing-”
“It was years ago. I was scarcely more than a boy.” He was on his feet, following her into the foyer. “Come back to the fire. You can’t go wandering around in this cold.”
“You were never a boy. You were born a wicked, lustful scoundrel who-”
“Why are you so angry?” He grabbed her by the shoulders. “I only told you what you asked of me.”
“I didn’t think-” She hadn’t thought it would hurt so much. She hadn’t thought the picture of that wild boy and his debaucheries would fill her with this anger and pain. She had been wrong. She did not want to know the complete Jordan Draken, if it meant she had to think of those women in his past. “It should not surprise you that I’m shocked at such an act.”
His eyes narrowed on her face. “It wasn’t shock.” He added softly, “Jealousy?”
She quickly shook her head.
“Why not? If you’d told me you’d had your own Duke of Diamonds, I’d have wanted to kill him… and you.” He took a step closer. “But then I have reason. I’ve already told you I love you.”
“You don’t-”
His lips covered hers, smothering the words, his tongue entering to joust and play. She was breathless when he finally lifted his head. “And I think you must feel a similar affection for me. Or something very near it.”
“No,” she whispered.
He smiled recklessly. “Then you must be feeling cheated. I can think of no other reason for this display. I shall have to rectify the omission immediately.”
“What do you- Jordan!”
He had picked her up and was carrying her toward the staircase.
“I want you under me,” he said hoarsely as he climbed the stairs. “As you were this afternoon, but with nothing between us.” He paused at the sixth step. “I believe this is right.”
“I don’t want this.”
He laid her on the steps and then straddled her. He impatiently pushed aside her cloak. She gasped as she felt flesh on flesh, hardness against softness.
“Then convince me, and you won’t have it.” His thumb and forefinger pulled gently on the tight curls surrounding her womanhood. “Convince me.”
A hot shudder went through her, and her breasts swelled.
The moonlight streaming through the long windows on the landing touched the crystal chandelier beyond his shoulder with icy radiance. Cold and heat. Darkness and fire. Dominance and submission. She tried to retrieve the anger that had faded into the shadows of sensuality. “I’m not one of those women to whom you gave those pouches. I won’t have you treating me-”
“Shh.” His fingers touched her lips, silencing her. “It will never be like that with you.” His eyes were suddenly glinting with mischief. “Though I may give you diamonds someday.” He felt her stiffen and bent forward to whisper in her ear. “There are two huge diamonds that my barrister keeps for me in London. They’re very beautiful with a clear, bold fire. Like you, Marianna.”
“I don’t want diamonds.”
“But you’ll want these.” He slipped two fingers deep within her. “Because we’ll put them here.”
She gasped and arched upward.
His fingers thrust slowly back and forth. “I like the idea of you wearing my diamonds, love.” A third finger joined the others, and the rhythm quickened. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. “I believe you’ll like it too. I hope you’ll wear them as you work, dine, ride, and walk. Every time you move, you’ll find they rub together and bring you a burst of pleasure.”
The erotic words were as inflaming as his fingers within her, stroking her to fever pitch. She was barely aware of him moving, adjusting her position. He smiled wickedly as he whispered, “And it will be my great privilege to remove them when we do this.”
He plunged deep, ramming her to the quick.
She cried out and reached out blindly for him. He lifted her legs about his hips and rode her with a passion that was almost brutal in intensity.
She was whimpering, her fingers clutching helplessly at his shoulders. The sensations were unbelievable. She thought she could bear no more, and then he gave her more and it was not enough. He was everything that was savagely male, and she was female accepting with equal primitive wildness.
When the explosion came, she convulsed, her scream echoing off the high arched ceiling.
His breath came in short, labored gasps as he lifted his head to look down at her. “I was too rough. Did I hurt you? Are you well?”
She was, except for a weakness that pervaded every limb and a feeling that the world had ended and been reborn. “You didn’t hurt me.”
“I had to make you see.” His hand gently stroked her cheek. “The Duke of Diamonds was a long time ago, another man. The only time I’ll resurrect him is for you, when it brings you pleasure.” His gaze held hers, willing her
