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His Perfect Bride(5)

By:Jenn Langston




His mouth opened, and she suspected he would question her, but at that  instant she heard her mother calling. She could not risk holding a  conversation, so she held up her hand trying to quiet him. The confusion  in his eyes was evident. He apparently didn't understand her need for  silence. As the first sounds came out of his mouth, she did the only  thing she could think of to silence him. Grabbing the lapels of his  jacket, she drew him down and pressed her closed mouth against his.

Richard, for once in his life, was completely speechless. He'd spent an  exhausting half of the ball speaking with and being introduced to lady  after lady, and he tired of it. He discovered every woman in attendance  had a daughter or acquaintance to introduce to him. If all he obtained  was one second with each lady, he would never be able to determine who  would suit him.

He escaped to the terrace to relax and reevaluate his plan when he was  disturbed. Now, contrary to the other ladies wanting introductions, this  one was forcing herself upon him. He didn't know what she hoped to gain  from this chaste kiss, but she would not receive it this way. On the  verge of stepping back from her, he halted, hearing someone calling.

"Brianna! Where did you go?" an obviously exasperated woman asked.

Suddenly it all clicked. Any minute, he knew they would be interrupted  by shocked ladies demanding he marry this unknown girl. They had  successfully trapped him, and he knew he could not escape his fate. A  surge of anger consumed him, and he decided to show this naïve girl  exactly what she was signing herself up for.

Richard wrapped his arms around her, bringing her firmly against him.  Using his lips, he coaxed and demanded she open up to him. Her sigh gave  him the opportunity he was looking for, and he slid his tongue into her  hot mouth. Instantly lust speared him and rendered him senseless. This  girl had obviously never been kissed before, and he felt an odd pleasure  at being the one to teach her. She learned fast, and before long his  fingers itched to unfasten her dress and take what she willingly  offered.



The distant sounds of laughter penetrated through his lust and,  realizing where they were, he stepped away from her. She opened her  hazel eyes and gazed at him with such passion Richard fought the urge to  throw her over his shoulder and take her to a bed. Instead, he focused  on slowing his growing lust and studied her. She was strikingly  beautiful.         

     



 

Her pale skin was a dramatic contrast to her solid black hair, which  framed her exquisite face, drawing every man to her. Being trapped into  marriage was a miserable fate, but he imagined it would be more pleasant  shackled to an attractive wife. Then it occurred to him that there were  no witnesses or demanding father. She also didn't have the satisfied  look of a woman whose plan had been successful.

"What was that about?" he asked, honestly puzzled by her.

"I'm not quite sure." Her voice was breathless. "I have never done that before."

Richard was not sure if she referred to the kiss or whatever caused her  to pull him from the terrace, but it didn't matter. He had half a mind  to leave and act as though this had not happened, but he found himself  reluctant to go.

"I'm Richard, by the way. May I ask for your name?"

"Yes, I'm Lady Brianna Denton. I do apologize-"

"Brianna," the same female voice called again. "I know I saw you come out here. Oh, where is that girl?"

Richard noted how her mouth dropped open as her eyes widened, and he  relaxed, confident this was no marriage trap. More than willing to help  her a second time, he pressed himself back against her and once again  claimed her mouth.



This time she was prepared and met his kiss eagerly. Gently coaxing, he  gave her a moment to accustom herself to him. Unfortunately, the raw  lust he felt didn't subside. If anything, his hunger increased. Knowing  he could not continue this much longer, he reluctantly eased back from  her. Looking down at her angelic face, her half smile nearly caused him  to lose his grip on himself.

"Would you care for a stroll through the garden? Perhaps it will cause your pursuer to give up her search."

Richard knew this lady would only be trouble, but he could not let her  get away without receiving an explanation for her actions. He hoped  logical reasoning would discourage him from becoming more fascinated  with her.

"I don't believe she will be deterred, but a stroll sounds lovely, my lord."

"Richard, if you please. I'm simply Richard," he said, not wanting her  to know how close she came to trapping a marquis. If a lady willingly  put herself in the arms of an unknown man to further her goal, there was  nothing she would not do to obtain his money and title. Knowing this  woman before him remained far from his idea of a perfect bride, he  decided it would be better to avoid her after tonight.

"Then I'm simply Brianna," she replied with a brilliant smile.

They walked in silence while Richard decided how to handle this  unpredictable lady. The night was perfect, with a gentle breeze allowing  the flowers' aroma to permeate the air. As he walked along, he took  note of several niches that were ideal for a private moment, but his  better judgment urged him to keep walking.

Leading her to a well-lit area, he hoped it would be enough to keep up  propriety. When he turned to face her, his breath caught in his throat.  The moonlight glittered across her skin, giving off the illusion that  she was ethereal. Richard had never seen anyone so glorious, and he  could no longer remember why she was not suitable for him.



"I suppose you are wondering exactly what happened on the terrace," she said, a becoming shade of pink tinting her cheeks.

"The question had crossed my mind. I assume you intended to avoid the lady who called your name. The real question is, why?"

"It's silly actually," she replied, no longer keeping eye contact with  him. "I never should have included you, and I do apologize. I was simply  desperate at that moment."

"Well, since you did involve me, I would like to hear your reason,  regardless of how silly it may be." Richard would have laughed at her  embarrassment had her blush not been so charming. She bit her lower lip  in reluctance, so he inclined his head, waiting.

"The lady was my mother, and I was avoiding her because . . ." She paused.

"Yes? Please continue," Richard encouraged, unable to contain his curiosity.

"My mother plans to introduce me to a gentleman with whom I have no intention of becoming acquainted."

"Why?" Richard asked, without thinking. This was not the answer he  expected, and he didn't understand why she would go through so much  trouble for something so simple. "Has the gentleman in question made  inappropriate advances toward you?"

"Certainly not. I have never met him, and I intend to keep it that way.  He is searching for a bride, and I have no wish to become one of his  candidates."

"I see." Richard was amused. "May I ask who this completely unsuitable gentleman is?"         

     



 

"The Marquis of Stone . . . something, I can't remember exactly. From  what I gathered through the whispers this evening, he has recently  returned to London and is hoping to quickly take a wife."

"The Marquis of Stonemede?" Richard asked, trying to keep the shock from his voice.



In all his life, he never imagined this would be the response he would  receive from the debutantes when he started his bride search. He  anticipated the opposite reaction and wondered how many other ladies  shared her low opinion of him.

"Yes, do you know him?"

"I have heard of him," Richard answered cautiously. "Exactly what about him do you find unsuitable?"

"I'm sure he is a perfectly acceptable choice for any lady present  tonight, myself excluded. Part of my reason should be rather obvious."

"What is the obvious part?" he asked, wishing he could ask her why she was the exception, but didn't want to appear interested.

"Well, he is a marquis, not the son of a marquis or an heir, and  considering the haste at which he wishes to marry, there can be only one  explanation. He is so advanced in years he must marry quickly to sire  an heir before it's too late."

She shuddered as she mentioned the heir, and Richard almost laughed at  the absurdity of her unfounded theory. He could easily correct her  assumption, but was reluctant to do so. It was best to leave her to her  mistaken conclusion and stay away from her in the future. He was already  fascinated enough, which made her dangerous.

"I suppose your reasoning does make some sense," he agreed.

Brianna looked at him with such delight, but he could see vulnerability  in the expression. Suddenly an unexpected urge to reach out and protect  her engulfed him. Holding his arms tightly to his side, he hoped to  discourage the compulsion.

She lightly touched his arm and, using every ounce of his willpower, he  remained motionless. When she leaned toward him, her lips slightly  parted. Richard almost lost it. He had never wanted a woman so badly.  Everything within him shouted he could not have her, but he found  himself fighting against it.