youâll receiveâ¦and what we can create together. What we have created together, remember?â
She sucked in a breath. âIt was Vegas. It makes you do crazy things.â
âWeâre back here, breathing the same air. And itâs our anniversary.â
Dear Lord. âOur families are enemies. It was forbidden sex, nothing more.â
âWeâre married. Iâm legally yours and youâre legally mine.â
âOnly because you havenât fought fair.â
âYou said that you wanted a man who played for keeps, because youâd been burned before. Yet you threw me back the next morning.â
âSo what is it you want now, revenge sex?â
He smiled enigmatically. âIs that going to be your excuse if itâs just as explosive?â
She started to turn her head to the side, but his mouth came down on hers before her denial was complete.
Three years. Three years sheâd lived with the memoryof what it was like to kiss and be possessed by Colin Granville, Marquess of Easterbridge.
In one moment, however, the memory was washed away by an even more vivid reality.
If Colin had been demanding, she might have had a better chance of resisting him. But he kissed her languidly, as if he was enjoying a sweet drink and had all the time in the world.
He tasted minty and warm. He slid his tongue into her mouth and coaxed her into deepening the kiss.
Belinda felt every sensation as if she was doing tequila shots without the lime. It was heady, and there was no respite.
Colin slid his hand to her rear end, bringing her flush up against his undeniable arousal, and his other hand slid around her back, molding her to him.
Belinda could feel everything through the thin fabric of her matte jersey dress. She became aware of her nipples jutting and pressing into the unyielding wall of his chest.
Sheâd been hoping her memories were exaggerated, but Colin lived up to billing and more.
Being in his arms was an intoxicating mix of the dangerousâas if she was walking on a precipice and he was tempting her into unknown and risky territoryâand the comforting. He was solid and capable and made her feel oddly free, as if with him, at least, she could finally and truly be herself.
Strange. She shouldnât feel as if he was someone to whom she might shift her burden. He was a Granville, she reminded herself, and she still wasnât sure what game he was playing. And it didnât help that sheâd just confirmed she had a visceral sexual reaction to him.
She stilled and then pulled away.
Colin let her go reluctantly.
They stared at each other, both breathing deeply.
Colinâs eyes glittered, but then he gained mastery of himself and banked the fires.
Belinda could only imagine what she looked like. Her lips tingled from his kiss, and she fought a sudden unsettling urge to slip back into his arms for more.
She started to raise her hand to her lips, belatedly realized Colin caught the movement and then abruptly stopped herself.
She bent and grabbed her purse, then turned on her heel and hurried to the door.
She didnât care that she was fleeingâand he was letting her.
He spoke behind her. âThe paintingsââ
âThe price is too high.â
Five
B elinda glanced around the elegantly appointed Mayfair town house. Her visit was like her lastâ¦with one important difference.
The town house no longer belonged to the Wentworths, as it had for generations, but was merely on loan. Despite the illusion of permanence afforded by the decor of family antiques, everything was ephemeral.
Her uncle continued to reside here at the Marquess of Easterbridgeâs pleasure. Uncle Hugh could have the heirloom Persian rug pulled out from under him at any moment.
âTell me it isnât true.â
She said the words without preamble after appearing unannounced in the library. She knew this conversation was too important to have over