A Year & a Day Page 29

  As she looked at the presents her son had been given by almost everyone at Dumfries she was filled with joy. Jane handed Grace a silver rattle and told her she would be upstairs in Lynx’s chambers if she was needed.

  Jane leaned back against the heavy oak door as she surveyed Lynx’s private lair. Last night she had climbed the stairs as a young girl filled with hopes and dreams, and he had fulfilled them beyond her wildest desires. Tonight she would climb those same stairs as a woman.

  Jane put fresh sheets on the curtained bed in anticipation of the night to come. She lifted Lynx’s pillow and hugged it to her tightly. Last night all the barriers between them had come tumbling down and she offered up a quick prayer of thanks to the Celtic goddess Brigantia.

  As Jane began to tidy the chamber, her cheeks turned dusky with delight as she picked up the fur-lined cloak he had had made especially for her. She rubbed her cheek into the soft fox fur and relived the delicious things that had happened to her out on the parapet walk.

  When her eyes fell on his black bedrobe, she buried her face in the velvet, inhaling his male scent that lingered in every fold. With loving hands she carried the garments to his wardrobe and hung them side by side. She did the same with her pink lamb’s-wool dress, marveling that a gown could have such an erotic effect on a man.

  Jane longed to evoke the same effect tonight when he came to her and mentally went over all the clothing in her wardrobe. Suddenly, she had an idea. She would wear one of his silk jupons as she had on the night when he had first come to her. She opened his chest and gasped with delight as her hands lifted the black silk, emblazoned with the silver lynx. It was absolutely perfect!

  The corners of her mouth lifted with happiness. He was absolutely perfect; she loved him with all her heart and soul. Tonight must be special. She would feed the baby, and take her bath early in the evening. She would have food brought up here to his chambers for them. She would not go down to the hall tonight, and imagined that Lynx would want to dine privately as much as she did.

  Jane couldn’t stop singing. She wished it was springtime so that she could fill the chamber with flowers. In the afternoon when she rested, she lay on the wide bed, savoring every word Lynx had said to her last night. She had been especially thrilled when he told her that he didn’t want to give her another child just yet. That meant that he desired her for herself. He wanted them to be lovers. He wanted them to have time to enjoy their newfound intimacy.

  Jane closed her eyes and imagined what he would say and what he would do when she told him she would marry him. She touched her lips, still feeling the wanton pleasure he aroused in her when his mouth took possession of hers. Never in a million years had she imagined there were so many different ways to kiss or how many other ways a man’s mouth could bring such pure pleasure to a woman.

  She shivered remembering the rough feel of his unshaven cheek against her breast and her belly. She shuddered at the thought of his calloused hands and how they felt on the sensitive curves and hollows of her body. She was becoming aroused just thinking about him, and she hoped and prayed that his thoughts lingered on her and caused him the same burning torment.

  Some time later, Taffy came into his lord’s chambers and was surprised to see Jane there. “I’m sorry, Lady Jane, I can come back later.”

  “No, no, come in if there is something you must do here.”

  Taffy hesitated. He had to pack his lord’s clothes for Edinburgh and collect his war chest, but Jane did not yet know they were leaving on the morrow. She was glowing with happiness and Taffy did not want to snatch it away from her.

  “It is time I fed Lincoln Robert. His nurse will think I have dropped off the edge of the earth. Excuse me, Taffy.”

  As he watched her leave, his heart was heavy. Lady Jane hadn’t the faintest idea how close her brothers were to being hanged for treachery. Taffy wished with all his heart that he could spare her the pain and anguish she would feel when she learned that Lynx had incarcerated them until he decided their fate.

  Lynx had a hundred things to see to before departing for Edinburgh. He had the ability to separate one issue from another, so he set the problem of the Leslie brothers aside temporarily and concentrated on the tasks at hand. By nightfall the wagons were loaded with supplies and the baggage consisting of weapons, armor, and war chests was stacked ready to be put on the packhorses at the last minute. His knights and Welsh lieutenants were well-trained, capable veterans and Lynx knew he could depend upon each man to look after his own equipment, his personal needs and those of his warhorse.

  In the stables, Lynx inspected his own destrier and found Keith Leslie assisting his knights as they fed and watered their mounts and checked their fetlocks and iron-shod hooves. Lynx knew it was love for the horses that prompted Keith. The lad reminded him of Jane. They shared a love of animals and the pair had a close bond. Suddenly, for Jane’s sake, Lynx didn’t want Keith to become involved in the treachery his brothers may have committed.

  “You handle horses well; I’d like you to come with us to Edinburgh.”

  “To fight, my lord?”

  “Nay, I’d not ask it of you. Overseeing the welfare of the horses is more than a full-time occupation. If you decide to come, just make sure you have sturdy boots and a warm cloak.” Lynx made a mental note to ask Thomas to keep an eye on the lad.

  When every last detail had been seen to, Lynx turned his thoughts to Jane. His body reacted immediately. He had intended to spend a rewarding hour or two alone with her during the day, but circumstances beyond his control had prevented it. Lynx fully expected that he would have to cope with her anger and her tears. It would be no easy task to persuade her that the business of Ben and Sim was separate and apart from their relationship and should in no way affect their feelings for each other.

  Lynx was wise to the ways of women. Either they threw stormy tantrums or produced sulky silences to get their own way. When these tactics were met with indifference, they turned on the tears. He cursed himself for being such a cynical swine. Jane was different from other women. Jane didn’t have a devious bone in her body.

  Lynx climbed the steps of the Master Tower and entered Jane’s chambers. She was conspicuous by her absence and Lynx experienced a pang of regret. He would have much preferred her to confront him honestly with her anger than deprive him of her company in an attempt to punish him.

  The sight of his son diverted him. He bent over the cradle and reached out his arms.

  “He’s just been fed, my lord. Now would no’ be a good time to jostle him aboot.”

  Lynx cocked an amused brow. “You make a formidable dragon, Grace Murray, but you don’t intimidate me in the least.” He swung his son up in his arms and bounced him gently.

  Grace eyed the pair whose features were almost identical. “Then let me try more gentle persuasion. Lady Jane fed him early so the pair of ye could be alone up yonder.”

  Lynx felt his blood stir and his pulse begin to race. He handed his son to the nursemaid with a wicked grin. “I bow to your superior knowledge, Grace. Now would no’ be a good time to jostle him aboot!”

  Lynx strode up the stairs to his own chambers, considerably relieved that Jane was not purposely avoiding him. When he opened the door the tantalizing aroma of food set his mouth watering as he realized he was ravenous.

  Jane’s smile of welcome lit up the room. She was wearing a soft lamb’s-wool bedrobe that made his loins quicken and he wanted to crush her against his hardness. Desire for her flared up in him as his legs carried him across the room and he watched her raise her lips for his kiss. Is it possible she doesn’t know? Lynx asked himself doubtfully.

  With her lips still against his, she asked softly, “Are you hungry?”

  His mouth traced a hot path to her ear. “Starving,” he teased, licking the delicate lobe. Either Jane was in ignorance or she was extremely wise, he told himself. It made a great deal of sense to enjoy their food before any unpleasantness began.

  Jane
set a small table before the fire, then with a sideways glance in his direction tossed cushions and bed pillows to the floor. Lust rose up in him, tempting him to slake his sexual hunger before his appetite for food, but Jane removed the covers from the dishes and offered to serve him. She savored her own food with zest, while at the same time she anticipated his every need, keeping his plate piled high until he devoured everything she set before him.

  Lynx couldn’t take his eyes from her as he watched her revel in her newfound power over him. He watched her set aside one of the new silver forks she had bought and pick up a pear tart with her fingers. She relished its sticky sweetness then very deliberately licked her fingers in a most provocative way.

  Lynx stole her hand and lifted the tempting fingers to his own lips. He watched with delight as her mouth curved, revealing her dimples when he licked her fingers, then playfully bit down on them. As if to taunt him, he watched her withdraw her hand and in one fluid motion she gained her feet and moved away.

  “I know what you would like,” she murmured suggestively and walked across the room to the wine table.

  “I’ll just bet you do.” His voice roughened with desire as thought of everything and everyone save this sensual woman melted from his mind. From across the chamber he watched her pour the wine, saw her turn to face him. His eyes followed her hands as they went to the neck of her bedrobe, unfastened it, and let it slide from her body.

  His eyes widened as he saw the black silk emblazoned with the silver lynx. The jupon, slit up both sides, revealed her creamy flesh to his hungry gaze. She is seducing me, a voice inside his head warned. Like a flash of lightning, he experienced a revelation. Splendor of God, she does know about her brothers!

  As she undulated toward him carrying the goblets of wine, his mind cried out, Don’t do this, Jane! But of course, he knew she wouldn’t stop. This was a seduction, quite blatant and quite effective by the reaction of his lusty body.

  Lynx cursed himself for an unsuspecting fool. He thought Jane was different, but now he knew better. He watched her through cynical eyes as she drew close and sank to her knees before him, offering up the wine as well as herself.

  Jane, please stop now. Only a whore barters her body. He felt his throat go dry as the perverse voice inside his head suggested, Let’s see how far she will go!

  Lynx took the wine cups and set them down on the carpet, then he pulled her into his arms. He would take what he could before she began negotiating. As he kissed her she became highly aroused and slid her hands beneath his doublet to caress the bare muscles of his chest. He wondered cynically if her arousal was part of the performance she had carefully planned.

  “Help me, Lynx,” she begged prettily, seemingly at a loss about how to undress him. He stripped off his clothes, wondering if she thought him more vulnerable when he was naked. He stretched his legs to the fire, leaned on one elbow, and waited for her next move. He didn’t have to wait long. Jane pushed him back on the cushions and came over him in the dominant position.

  In spite of the womanly wiles she was plying, Lynx thought her utterly lovely. She was small and delicate and more exquisite than any female he had ever known. How could he possibly have been attracted to bony blonds? He felt her soft thighs brush against his groin and his manroot rose up.

  He saw her mouth curve with pleasure at the power she had over him. Lynx smiled too, deciding to enjoy the game she was playing. Slowly, delicately, Jane moved upon him until her hot cleft lay against his rigid shaft. Then, as if she were a queen, sitting on her throne, she picked up her wine and took a sip. She rolled it about her tongue with a feline sensuality, then growled deep in her throat.

  His eyes fastened on her breasts beneath the black silk and the wildcat emblazoned across the jupon seemed to undulate. She shook her head until her flaming hair cascaded down over his naked chest, then she bared her teeth and lightly raked her nails across his hard belly.

  “Have you ever experienced a she-lynx?”

  At her erotic question, a throbbing began in his thick manroot. Slowly, slowly, she came down over him, inhaling the scent of his tawny mane of hair, then her pink tongue came out to delicately lick his cheek. When she heard him groan, her tongue moved down to lick his neck, then trace his collarbone. Her tongue, no longer quite so delicate, licked the muscles of his wide chest, then curled about a male nipple. Her teeth nipped him sharply and she was rewarded by his groan of pleasure.

  Boldly, she moved lower, letting the rough texture of her tongue torment his belly. When she arrived at her goal, she lifted her head and murmured huskily, “A she-lynx toys with her prey before she devours him.” Then she proceeded to make good on her promise.

  Lynx’s lust erupted. His thirst for her was so acute, he knew he must quench it. His powerful hands rent the black silk in half, baring her flesh to his savage mouth. The night exploded as he unleashed the fierce desire she had so wantonly aroused.

  Jane met his body’s every command, proud that her sexuality matched his. As the last surging wave of need spent itself and their wild ferocity gentled slightly, Jane gazed down at him with slumberous eyes. He was still anchored deep inside her and she flexed her supple young muscles to hold him there.

  “The time of our handfasting is almost run out. Soon it will be spring and I will have to decide whether I want to wed you,” Jane teased. The corners of her mouth lifted. “Such a difficult decision. Do you suppose you can find a way to persuade me?” She lifted her cup of wine, dipped her finger in it, then slipped her finger into her mouth, relishing the taste of it and the taste of Lynx on her tongue.

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  Jane gasped as Lynx knocked the wine cup from her hand She saw the desire in his eyes instantly change to anger.

  “Damn you, Jane!”

  She stared down at him in horror. “W-what?”

  Lynx grabbed her wrists and rolled with her until he was in the dominant position and she was pinned beneath him. “What?” he snarled “How many times have I asked you to marry? Your answer has always been, ‘Oh, Lynx, I’m not ready,’” he mocked “Now, you are suddenly ready! Just to save their miserable hides you are willing to discuss marriage. What a noble sacrifice!”

  She looked up at him as if he had suddenly turned into a stranger. She could see that her words hadn’t just angered him, somehow they had wounded him, and Jane was at a complete loss. “What have I done to anger you?”

  “Stop pretending! You know damned well I had Ben and Sim arrested All of Dumfries knows!”

  Jane went cold all over and began to shiver. “Let me up,” she said quietly. He reminded her of a beast, toying with its prey. He sat back on his haunches, allowing her an opportunity to escape him, yet knowing he was in full control. She got quickly to her feet and stood her ground. “You think I have been seducing you so that you would free them?”

  “That’s exactly what I think!”

  “You are wrong. Tonight wasn’t about seduction, it was about love!” Her eyes flooded with unshed tears.

  “Save your tears, lady, they are wasted on me.”

  “You are so hard, and I understand that. You must rule over an army of men and fight wars, and you couldn’t do it unless you were flint-hard and unemotional, but I thought you were beginning to feel a tenderness toward me.” A single tear rolled down her cheek. “I didn’t know about my brothers. However, you are right, I love them and I beg you to save their miserable hides, but I ask it openly without subterfuge.”

  Jane saw the doubt writ plainly on his grim face. “Not all women are deceitful, my lord.” She watched from beneath downcast lashes as Lynx began to pull on his clothes. When he was dressed he searched her face. “When Taffy came for my war chest, are you telling me that he said nothing about your brothers?”

  “Taffy would never say or do anything that would hurt me.”

  “You did not know that we leave for Edinburgh tomorrow?” he demanded, disbelief showing in every line of his hardened face.

  Jane shook h
er head, unable to speak for the ache in her throat. She felt as if her heart were breaking. How could he leave her like this? Last night, when he had given her his body and showed how much he desired her, she had thought it was enough. Tonight, she realized that unless he gave her his trust, she had nothing.

  He padded toward her wary as an untamed animal. He did not trust her because she was the female of the species. In that moment Jane made her decision. It was finished between them unless he gave her his trust.

  “Don’t touch me,” she warned.

  His green eyes narrowed. “Are you challenging me?”

  “In your male arrogance you think me no match for you, but you are wrong, Lord de Warenne. I am more than a match for you.” Jane drew herself up to her full height and walked regally to the door that led down to her own chambers.

  As Lynx stared at the closed door, he wondered how in hell he had managed to turn his last night at home with Jane into a disaster. Christ, what if she had been telling the truth? What if she had remained in the Master Tower all day, absorbed with her baby, resting from the demands he had made on her throughout their night of passion? What if, in sweet submission, she had decided she wanted to be his wife?

  Lynx grimaced as he realized how fierce he’d been with her. He had flung her offer in her face! In his male arrogance he had thought he knew all there was to know about women, but perhaps he did not. Lynx stepped out onto the parapet walk and filled his lungs with cold air, then he made his way down to the bailey where last-minute preparations were under way for tomorrow’s departure.

  With bleak thoughts for company, Lynx walked down to the stables and encountered his squires. “Taffy, did you tell Jane we were leaving for Edinburgh?”

  “Nay, my lord. She was so happy this afternoon, I couldn’t bear to take the smile from her face. I knew how grieved she’d be when she learned about her brothers.”