She turned her head, propping her chin on her hand to look up at him. The arrogantly refined, handsome features looked so relaxed—almost boyish. Her heart squeezed a little more. Like this he was hers.
“I love you,” she said and waited.
She felt his heart stop for a long heartbeat before starting again. She felt like an axe was hanging over her head—or maybe her heart.
Tell me you love me, too. Tell me I wasn’t wrong. Hold me in your arms and tell me you’ll never let go.
She honestly thought he might, which made it more crushing when he didn’t.
“I know.” His eyes were cruelly understanding and tender. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”
I know.It wasn’t stated arrogantly but matter-of-factly. Of course, it was hardly a surprise. How could she not? Everyone did. It must be something he’d heard a hundred times.What’s not to love?
But he had no idea how much his words had hurt. How he was breaking her heart with his gentle smile.
She turned away so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. She didn’t understand. How could he make love to her like that and not love her?
But what did she really know? She was an innocent—or had been until a few minutes ago. Maybe there was nothing different or special about what had just happened between them at all.
“We will be married as soon as the banns are read,” he proclaimed matter-of-factly.
“I’m not marrying you,” she said quietly, not turning her head to look at him.
His heart stopped again under her palm. It took longer to restart this time. “Of course you’re going to marry me. You just gave yourself to me.”
She’d given him everything, but he’d only accepted part.
“It isn’t enough.” She knew that now.
He repositioned her so that she was forced to look at him. He didn’t look happy. “What do you mean it’s not enough? It was pretty damned spectacular.”
“Was it?” She shrugged as if it didn’t matter to her, when it actually meant everything. “I will have to take your word for it as I have nothing in the way of comparison. But spectacular isn’t enough for me.”
Maybe she was the one who wanted perfect.
Making love to him had told her what she needed to know. She could never marry him without love. Passion wasn’t enough. Satisfaction in the bedchamber would not make up for the fact that he didn’t love her, nor would it make her heart break any less when he left her for another. She couldn’t share him. She wanted to be enough.
She’d gambled her innocence and lost. Although maybe it wasn’t a complete loss. At least now she knew the truth. He didn’t love her, or he was determined not to—both amounted to the same thing.
She’d had enough. She was done trying to make him see. The man was blind and could stay that way for the rest of his life for all she cared. She wasn’t going to waste any more heartache chasing after someone who didn’t want her.
“What do you mean it’s not enough?” He sounded like he was about ten years old. But she wasn’t in the mood to pacify men who acted like little boys.
She sat up to make her way off the bed, but he grabbed her wrist to stop her. The handsome features that she’d admired not long ago were dark with anger and frustration. “Is this your way of trying to extract promises from me?”
She gave him a look of contempt that wasn’t half of what she was feeling. “You don’t know me at all. I told you before, I want nothing from you.” She adjusted her dress as best she could knowing there was nothing she could do about the ties at the back. Removing her cloak from the floor, she pulled it around her shoulders. Her focus was on the door. All she wanted to do was get out of there.
He’d started to retrieve his clothes as well and was much more efficient at putting them on. When he realized that she meant to leave, he blocked her exit. “You aren’t going anywhere until we settle things. You have to marry me, damn it.”
His proposals just kept getting better and better. “Why? Because you took my maidenhead and honor demands it? I’m certainly not going to tell anyone, and I hardly think you will tarnish that shiny mail of yours by shouting it from the rooftops. Sir Thomas Randolph divesting virgins of their maidenhead? What would people think? Especially when they learn I’ve refused to marry you, too.”
The reference to her cousin made his mouth press into a cold white line. “Walter will make you.”
“Will he? I wouldn’t be so sure. And no one can make me say vows before God. These are not the days of brigands and barbarians, my lord—women cannot be compelled to marry someone they do not want. And I do not want you. Now get out of my way.”
He seemed momentarily stunned by her vehemence and let her pass. She was through the door and down the stairs before she realized he was behind her.
She was about to turn and tell him to go away, when he growled, “You aren’t walking back alone.”
