Ethan: Lord of Scandals

this, never been content just to hold her and treasure her closeness. She hadn’t wanted it, had made it clear she hadn’t.

“It’s Friday.” Ethan reminded her. “Will you and the boys join me for dinner?”

Alice turned to smile at him over her shoulder, and in that instant, Ethan lost a piece of his heart. Her eyes were clear, steady, and pleased—maybe pleased to have secured his intimate attentions as a lover, but also pleased simply to take a meal with him and his sons.

Fifteen

When he joined Alice and the boys at dinner, Ethan looked a little tired, but pleased to see his children. The boys must have sensed their father’s fatigue, because they were subdued—for them—as well. Alice herded them up to bed then occupied herself with duty letters to her siblings Reese, Priscilla, and Leah.

A soft tap on her door had her glancing up, expecting to see Clara with some laundry or fresh wash water.

“You’re sending off the monthly epistles?” Ethan kept his hands in his pockets as he peered over her shoulder. “Have you heard much from your brother Benjamin lately?”

“I have not, which isn’t so unusual. I think your brother is keeping him busy, among others.”

“He is. I’ve been meaning to tell you Nick has reason to suspect I’m legitimate, in the legal sense.” He studied her mundane correspondence as if it were a complicated column of figures.

“Does this matter to you?”

“It does.” Ethan sat on the bed, facing her. “Though not in the sense you think. It matters because Nick is afraid we’re not related, or he was. Seems my mother was married to some soldier, about whom she neglected to tell the earl when she went larking about with her betters.”

“Maybe she thought her soldier was dead.” Alice watched as he pulled off a boot. “It doesn’t change who you are.”

“So I told my fretful little brother.” Ethan smiled at her, his expression tinged with an odd tenderness. “And it really doesn’t matter to you, does it?”

He was determined of late on ascertaining her opinion on every irrelevant detail.

“Of course not, except it impacts upon you. What are you doing, Ethan Grey?”

“Getting comfortable.” He pulled his second boot off and set them beside the bed. “And don’t look at me as if you’ve never seen me comfortable before.”

“I thought you said tomorrow night…” She trailed off as he shucked out of his breeches and smalls, then pulled his shirt right over his head.

“I did say I’d come to you tomorrow night.” Ethan pulled back the covers then ambled around to stand behind Alice. “And I will, but there’s somewhere I’d like to take you tonight, if you’ll allow it.”

“Dressed like that?” Alice closed her eyes when she felt his fingers at the hooks of her dress.

“One gets there most easily in just this attire.” Ethan bent to kiss her nape. “Besides, I love the way you look at me when I’m naked.”

And she loved to look upon him, but this, this complete nudity in a well-lit room was more than just a pushing aside of clothes by moonlight. “I suppose you want me that way too?” Alice bent forward so he could reach the rest of her hooks.

“Say it.” He leaned down near her ear. “Ethan wants me naked.”

“Ethan wants me to blush myself silly.”

“We’ll blow out the candles,” he said as he started on her laces, “if you really don’t want to see me as God made me.”

“You as God made you is one thing.” Alice struggled for reason when Ethan drew her to her feet. “Me as God made me is another.” And where on earth was she to affix her gaze?

“Another.” Ethan drew her dress over her head. “Another entirely glorious thing.”

“Ethan…” She stood barefoot, in shift and loosened stays, knowing he was looking at her.

He waited until she found the courage to glance at him. “This is part of it, this simple, mundane sort of trust. I want to see you, just as you wanted to see me. I like the sight of you. I want to have pictures of you in my head, to appreciate and treasure. We can do this in the dark, if you like, but I’d really rather you let me see you, even if it’s just this once.”

“I do like looking at you,” Alice said, letting her gaze travel the muscular expanse of his chest, down past his flat stomach, his groin, his legs, and over every lean, sculpted inch of him. She nodded at his erection. “Does that inconvenience you?”

“Mightily,” Ethan said with a slight smile. “Stop trying to change the subject.”

“You’ll have to do this. I haven’t the nerve.”

“You’re just shy.” Ethan’s smile broadened, blinding her with its warmth. “Hold still.” He untied her tapes and bows and had her naked as Eve in less than a minute, her braid swinging freely down her back.

“God in heaven, you are lovely, Alexandra. How could you be shy about sharing this?” He walked around her, as if she were some treasure from antiquity, a marble goddess come to life at Tydings. “I feel sorry for Mr. Durbeyfield, I’ll say that much.”

“Can we please, please, get under the covers?”

“There is no place on earth I would rather be than naked under the covers with you,” Ethan replied with an odd gravity. Alice didn’t wait to decipher his mood. She hopped under the sheet, ignoring the view she gave Ethan of her backside. The mattress dipped as Ethan’s greater weight joined her, and then he was over her, balanced on his forearms.

“Ethan?”

“That would be me.” He kissed her cheek. “And you are the lovely Miss Portman. Attend me, Miss Portman, for I’ve a lesson to impart, and you’re the kind who appreciates learning.”

She brushed his hair back. “You are ridiculous, Mr. Grey.”

“Disrespect will be punished,” Ethan informed her sternly. “Seriously, I want you to heed me.”

“I’m listening, Ethan.” How could she not listen when he was naked, lying on top of her, all warm and lean and touchable?

“I’ve asked you before to be honest with me. It’s more important than ever with what we undertake now.”

“I know. I will not play you false, Ethan. I hope you know that.”

“I do know it, and you have the same promise from me, but this is a different kind of honesty. You have to tell me if I’m asking too much, if I’m going too fast, if I’m hurting you.”

She gently pushed his head to her shoulder. “Hush. Enough talk. Tell me what I must do to please you in this bed.”

He angled back up, her meager strength nothing compared to his determination. “Promise, first. You’ll tell me if you don’t like something, if you’re the least bit uncomfortable with it.”

“I promise. Now stop fretting. I took off my clothes for you, sir, and not so you could lecture me to sleep.”

“Wench.” Ethan nuzzled her ear, which tickled, mostly. “Now you’re going to talk to me.”

“Oh, more talk.” Alice huffed, then squeaked with alarm when Ethan shifted off of her. “Where are you going?”

“To a better listening post,” Ethan said, tucking her against his side. “Think back, Alexandra, to all the times we’ve been affectionate, and tell me what touches you enjoyed the most.”

“That is a ridiculous question,” Alice scoffed, hiking her leg across his thighs—how bold he’d made her. How wonderfully bold. “I like it all, every bit of it, which makes me wanton, I suppose.” What a lovely notion. She was proud of herself to consider it.

He hiked her leg a bit higher and drew patterns on her knee with one finger. “It makes you passionate and open-minded. But what do you like the best?”