Seduction in Mind

Chapter Thirty-one

Once Sam made his marriage plans plain to his parents, they did what was required of them and acquiesced-with politesse if not grace.

Clarissa, Hedy, and Harry each took their conge with varying degrees of civility, or in Hedy's case with no civility at all. "Don't you care about Clara Bowdoin and her coming child?" she inquired spitefully. "Poor Clara will be heartbroken if you marry."

"Miss Alworth is leaving, Owens," Sam said grimly. "See her out."

Everyone pretended not to hear Hedy's continuing vituperation as she was pushed out of the room by Sam's butler. Clarissa and Harry abruptly took their leave, the two handsome blond youngsters deep in conversation as they left.

"Now then," Sam said into the awkward silence.

"Sam, perhaps we should wait," Alex suggested. "How can it matter if-"

"No."

She shot him a fractious glance. "Pardon me?"

"I meant, please… I'd rather not wait if you don't mind, darling." Ignoring their audience, he smiled for her alone. He pulled her aside, and said in the merest breath of sound, "I'm thirty-three, I love you, and I don't want to wait."

"What will people say?"

"Since when did you begin to care what people said?"

"Since I found myself in the middle of this scandalous occasion."

"What's scandalous? Your parents are here; my parents are"-he grinned-"unfortunately, also here. It's broad daylight in my drawing room and I'm offering you my heart, my name, my title, my life."

"I don't know," she equivocated. "Everything's so sudden. We met only a short while ago."

"You mean, we finally met. And need I remind you, I've never offered a woman what I just offered you, so consider not only the signal honor I've afforded you, but my consequence," he said with a grin. "Furthermore, if you're concerned about scandal, think how it will look if I pick you up, carry you down the hall to the archbishop, and force you to marry me."

"I'm well aware of your consequence, my lord, in any number of areas," she added with a half smile. "And you wouldn't dare force me."

"Knowing you"-his lashes drifted downward in suggestion-"I'm not so sure I'd have to, but if I did, I rather think your mother might help me."

Alex took momentary pause. "That in itself is terrifying, over and above any concern with scandal."

"This won't be scandalous in the least, darling. Our sudden marriage will be considered the most captivating of love matches." He winked. "I've been very hard to land, you know."

She made a moue. "How can I even be thinking of this when I said I'd never marry again?"

"Because you love me and can't live without me."

The simplicity of his reply couldn't be faulted, no more than its veracity. "I do love you," she replied softly, "and last night was the longest night of my life too."

Sam smiled faintly. "Then let's make your mother happy."

"And give yours an apoplexy."

He shrugged. "You can't please everyone."

A mischievous light brightened her eyes. "I suppose as long as I am…"

"And I…"

He bowed gracefully, offered her his arm, and turned to the remaining guests. "If you'd care to join us in our wedding…"

But Sam was no more tolerant of delay in his wedding ceremony than he was in any other particular of his life. As the archbishop droned on, Sam said, "Just move along to the end, if you please."

The clergyman's astonishment lasted only a second-the viscount's expression was clearly one of impatience. He quickly pronounced the couple before him man and wife.

Ignoring the archbishop's stern look, Sam thanked him warmly, lifted Alex into his arms, and turned to their parents. "If you'll excuse us now, we'll have you all to dinner once we return from our honeymoon."

"Honeymoon?" Alex blurted out. "I have appointments all week that-"

"Can be canceled." He was walking toward the door.

"Not all of them."

"Then, I'll let you out of bed occasionally to attend them," he said, exiting into the quiet of the hall.

"Don't think you can just-"

"Make love to you day and night?"

"No… I mean"-she took a small breath-"did you say day and night?"

He smiled. "And anytime in between…"

Her answering smile was instant. "With such cogent argument, how can I refuse?"

"How indeed, considering I'm so much larger than you-which you like, as I recall. Also, I'm intent on having my way with you-which you also like, and aside from all this talk of sex, I'm thinking at my age we really should seriously contemplate having a child right away. So you see, making love becomes not only a pleasure but a duty. Are you interested in being a dutiful wife?" he inquired, a wicked gleam in his dark gaze, his deep voice lush with suggestion.

"If you agree to be a dutiful husband."

"You have my word on it, Lady Ranelagh." He smiled. "I'll be diligent in my duty, zealous even."

"How nice."

"Almost as nice as my finding you," he replied, gracefully descending the main staircase as though she were weightless in his arms. "I bought Leighton's painting, by the way."

"Knowing him, it cost you dearly once he knew you wanted it."

"It was worth every shilling. I prefer my wife not be naked on the walls of Grosvenor House. And Cassels turned out to be cooperative too."

Her gaze took on a new directness. "I hope you're not implying censure of any kind."

"Not in the least, darling. Pose nude all you wish." He nodded at the footman opening the front door. "I'm not averse to having a very large personal collection of your modeling."

"Would you buy them all?"

"I already have." His shoes crunched on the gravel of the drive as he moved toward his waiting carriage.

Her eyes widened. "You're going to be very hard to handle."

Leaning through the open carriage door, he deposited her on the seat. "So will you."

She grinned. "It should be interesting."

"It'll be more than that, darling." His smile was tantalizingly close as he sat down beside her, his voice heated, low. "It will be pure, undiluted pleasure…"