arms around her. “Now, stop playing. I’m kissing you.”
He was in a playful mood himself, she thought. He nipped and kissed her lips, and she nipped and kissed back, but when she looked into his eyes, she saw stark need. No playfulness at all.
She drew a breath, steeling herself for what she’d decided. “I want to spend tonight with you,” she said.
Heat flared in his eyes. “I hope so.
How could he sound so casual? “But not, I think, here.”
“Good God, no. We’ll go somewhere far more comfortable and far less sickening.”
She tried to match his light tone. “I thought you said comfort was the last consideration.”
“Minx. I meant I want you to be comfortable.”
“While you thoroughly debauch me?”
“Damn you, don’t look at me like that. Or I won’t be able to stop myself, no matter where we are.”
Ainsley’s heart beat faster. Why did such declarations excite her?
Cameron brushed another kiss to her lips. “Walk out with me, and I’ll hunt down my carriage. I don’t want you out of my sight.”
Ainsley didn’t much want to move from his sight either. Not in this house. “My shoes are in the anteroom.” She wondered whether they could rush back and fetch them without encountering Rowlindson or anyone else, but her thoughts cut off when Cameron swept her up into his arms.
Cameron’s strength took her breath away. He didn’t waver under her weight and the drag of her skirts, cushions and all, as he strode for the door at the end of the conservatory and out into darkness. The night was cold, but Ainsley would never be cold tucked up against Cameron.
“You’ve done so much for me,” she said, touching his face. “I’m not sure how I can—”
“If you start talking about repayment, I will drop you in the bushes.” His breath fogged in the chill. “I don’t want the money back, or your gratitude, or payment with your body.”
“If you won’t even accept gratitude, then what do you want?”
His voice lost all humor. “What I can’t have.”
Ainsley started to quip that surely a Mackenzie could have anything he wanted, but something in his face made her stop. Ainsley had lived in the queen’s houses long enough to know that money and position were no guarantee of happiness. They made life more comfortable and less desperate, but there could still be grief, anger, emptiness.
“I want to do something,” Ainsley said. “I am obliged to you—” She broke off and squealed as Cameron pivoted and strode straight for a line of rhododendrons. “Very well, very well. I will do nothing.”
Cameron lowered her to her feet on a patch of grass. “The business with the letters is concluded. I don’t want it between us.”
“No, I see that.” Ainsley didn’t want it between them either. “But you can’t stop me from being grateful. Thank you for your help, Cam.”
She half feared he would make good his threat and drag her to the nearest clump of bushes, but Cameron only cupped her face with a gentle hand.
He hadn’t had to help her. He could have demanded the price Phyllida had said he would before he’d even lend Ainsley the money. But he’d fought this battle for her, and now he’d turned back to what was between them.
Cameron’s coachman must have been alert, because a carriage circled the drive not far away, its coach lights bright. Cameron picked up Ainsley again and made for it.
Stars were out in profusion, the night dry and cold. “I miss this sky when I’m in London,” Ainsley said. “It’s breathtaking.”
“It’s bloody freezing.”
“I notice most Scotsmen complain about the weather while we’re surrounded by beauty.”
“Right now, I’d rather be surrounded by warmth.”
They reached the carriage. A footman materialized out of the dark as the carriage rolled to a halt and opened its door.
“In you go.” Cameron lifted Ainsley inside, where she sank onto comfortable cushions.
Cameron dropped a tip into the footman’s hand, glanced up at his coachman, and made a circling motion with his finger. “Right ye are, sir,” the coachman said cheerfully.
Cameron folded the steps and pulled himself into the carriage as it jerked forward. He slammed the door and dropped onto the seat next to Ainsley, smelling of the night and the good scents of the outdoors.
Without a word Cameron pulled off her wig and mask and tossed both to the opposite seat. Cool air touched Ainsley’s face, and her head felt suddenly light.
“That’s better,” Cameron said. “My little mouse is back.”
“Hardly flattering to call a woman a mouse, you know.” She knew she was babbling, nervous, but she couldn’t still her tongue.
“You hide behind my curtains and scuttle around my rooms. What else should I call you?”
“You said ferret, once. But you wouldn’t give a diamond necklace to a mouse or a ferret. Well, not unless you were very silly. They’d try to eat it or use it to line their nests.”
“I don’t give a damn what you use the diamonds for.” Cameron slid his arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “As long as you like them.”
“I do. They’re lovely.”
“No more talk about giving them back or not accepting them?”
“I wouldn’t accept them from any other gentleman, no,” she said in a decided voice. “But for you, I will make an exception.”
“You’d damn well better not accept them from any other gentleman. Any other man tries to give you jewelry, and I’ll pummel him. Right after I pummel Rowlindson for letting you come here tonight.”
She shivered. “He is rather strange.”
“He’s disgusting. He understands only crudity. Not beauty.”
Ainsley touched the velvet wall of the coach. “This is a very comfortable carriage. Quite large and warm.”
“I travel a lot during the horse season. I like a big traveling coach, especially if I have to sleep in it.”
“You could take trains, surely. Even with the horses.”
“The horses don’t like the train, and the coal smoke is bad for their lungs.”
He sounded like a worried father. “You are very kind to your horses.”
Cameron shrugged. “They’re expensive animals, and they give me all they have. Idiots ruin them by not taking care of them.”
“You take good care of Jasmine, even though she’s not yours.”
“Because she’s a damn fine horse.”
His voice held longing. “You truly want her, don’t you?” Ainsley asked.
“Yes.” Cameron’s fingers under her chin tilted her head back. “And I truly want you.”
“I hope not for the same reason. I don’t gallop very fast.”
“You have a lot of the devil in you, Ainsley.”
“So I’m told—”
Cameron silenced her words with a kiss.
Soft lips, trembling and nervous, but determined at the same time. Cameron tasted her need to be held and touched, her laughter. He’d never, ever met a woman like her.
His heart beat faster, his body beginning to perspire in the coach’s heat. Whenever he seduced a woman, Cameron was calm and cool, knowing the steps it took to reach the brief part of coupling that brought him alive. The spark lasted only a short while, but it was heady when he got there.
He always made sure the ladies enjoyed great pleasure, his gift to them for releasing him from numbness. He reflected that the women often had a much better time with the whole thing than he did.
Tonight he was impatient, clumsy with need. He tugged at the waistband of Ainsley’s skirt. “I want this off.”
Pins that held skirt to bodice tinkled to the carpet. When Ainsley reached forward to catch them, Cameron
