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"Should I not?"

"My father would tell you I am unfeeling, uncaring and unconcerned about anybody but myself."

"That is not so."

"Perhaps," he whispered as he reached for her and pulled her gently into his arms.

He felt her initial resistance and drew back slightly. "I would change for you," he whispered.



Her gaze searched his face, and then she smiled.

Once more he kissed her, struggling to control his fierce desire so that she wouldn't run away. Embracing him tightly as if she longed to stay in his arms forever, she laid her cheek against his rapidly rising and falling chest.

Then, to his infinite joy, she raised herself on her toes and kissed him fervently. Her mouth took his with all the pa.s.sion he could ever hope for and with a boldness all the more exciting because this was not a woman who would ever do such a thing merely for a moment's fleeting excitement.

Here and now, hers was a willing, seemingly selfless surrender, as if she was giving not just her lips or her body to him but something of her self. Her soul.

As if she found him worthy of so great a gift.

Then he knew that no matter what his father planned, he respected and cherished Arabella as he had no other woman.And he wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman.

His arms tightened about her as if he would never let her go. With an urgency that was tender yet imperative, his tongue probed, and she yielded.

Their kiss deepened as he guided her further into the shadows, until her back met the garden wall.

He never wanted to stop kissing her.

And he wanted to give her all the pleasure he could.

His mouth still upon hers, his hand slipped inside her bodice and found her soft, rounded breast. How perfect, and how arousing to note the hardened nub beneath his fingers.

Moaning softly, she arched as if offering him whatever he chose. With her, there would be no giving and taking as if their bodies and pa.s.sion were goods to be exchanged or bartered, or a compet.i.tion to prove skill.

They would share freely, as true lovers should.

Her hands stole inside his jacket. Eagerly, she lifted his s.h.i.+rt. His breath caught when he felt the palms of her hands hot on his bare back.

His mouth left hers to trail feather-light kisses along her satin-soft cheek, down her neck toward the tender flesh exposed above her bodice.

Softer than satin was her skin and lightly scented, like the first hint of blossoms on a spring breeze.

Then he felt her hands upon his chest, and in the next moment, she had found his nipples. With tentative yet exciting motions she touched him there, but she seemed uncertain as to the effect her gentle caresses had upon him.

"Yes," he whispered huskily, encouraging her as he insinuated his knee between her legs. "Again, dear, sweet Arabella. Touch me again. There and"-he took hold of her arm and moved it lower, gently positioning her hand-"here."

A woman's laughter trilled close by.

With a gasp, Arabella jumped back. She quickly looked around, but no one was close by. Except him, this man whose touch and kiss seemed to make her lose all reason.

Still afraid they had been seen, she could not bring herself to look at him. Indeed, she half expected he would have his breeches open and his- Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself and still the thudding of her heart. "We should go back inside. We have been... impetuous."

Neville chuckled softly, apparently not the least upset that someone might have witnessed their intimacy.

"I am quite certain there has been impetuous behavior in this garden since it was built."

"Why, what have we here?"

Arabella cringed as Buckingham appeared, a polite smile on his face and a very shrewd look in his evil eyes."A lover's tryst? Egad, and right under the king's very nose, as it were. And here I was just saying to Sedley that neither of us stand a chance if Farrington and the king both desire you, Lady Arabella."

As embarra.s.sed and dismayed as she was to be found in such a situation by anyone, Arabella thought the man must be mad to think the king desired her. Then she risked a glance at Neville's face and knew that he was not so skeptical.

The king? Wanted her?

She did not want him! There was only one man she wanted, and he was standing beside her.

"Come, Arabella, let us go back inside," Neville said. "I fear the air here is fetid." He inclined his head very slightly to the duke. "Your servant, Your Grace."

He took her hand, and she gratefully let him lead her away from the duke and into the Banqueting House, even as she tried not to think about his hand or his arms or his lips or any other part of his body.

Why, if that woman hadn't laughed- No, she would have stopped Neville if he had tried to do anything more. She would have left him if he had lifted her skirt, running his strong, slender fingers up her stockinged leg until he reached- They entered the Banqueting House. Before Arabella could subdue her fantasy, Lady Lippet hurried toward them.

"You should take better care of her," Neville said evenly before that estimable lady could open her mouth. "As you can see, there is no telling what disreputable fellow might come upon her." He made a brief bow and sauntered away through the crowd.

With a scornful sneer, Lady Lippet watched Neville go before turning to Arabella. "You really must stop disappearing in this astonis.h.i.+ng manner."

Feeling bereft as she watched Neville wend his way through the mob of courtiers like a royal prince among the rabble, Arabella thought she was not the only person given to astonis.h.i.+ng departures.

"But still-such wonderful news!"

Raising her eyebrows questioningly, Arabella faced Lady Lippet, who regarded her as if she thought her young charge a dullard. "An invitation to the king's tennis match! And so soon! Your beauty has had a most marvelous effect!"

Arabella thought of Buckingham's remarks and Neville's response. Perhaps this invitation was not the cause for happiness that Lady Lippet so obviously believed it to be.

Much later that night, Buckingham waited by the Privy Stair on the Thames, a private entrance to Whitehall Palace solely for the king's use. He had been summoned there by Chaffinch, the king's confidential page.

Charles obviously did not intend to spend the rest of the night with either Lady Castlemaine or his queen.

"Ah, George!" Charles cried softly as he appeared at the top of the steps.

"Sire," Villiers acknowledged with a bow.

"She pleases us greatly, George," the king said as he continued down the steps, and Villiers happily notedthat the king had used his Christian name. "There is a country purity about her we greatly admire."

"You speak of Lady Arabella?" Villiers replied, keeping any sign of satisfaction from his face.

"Of course. She is quite lovely. What exactly is her relations.h.i.+p with Farrington?"

"I believe he has designs on her, Majesty, but has yet to succeed."

Charles smiled broadly. "Ah. We thought he had a most possessive look in his eye when we spoke with her. He rarely fails in such endeavors, or so we understand."

"He does possess a facility for charming women, sire, but his skills are nothing compared to your own."

"Nor is he a king," Charles added ruefully.

"You were a favorite of the ladies before you were a king."

"True enough," Charles replied with a satisfied chuckle. "Well, given that, and we are now a king, perhaps Farrington will realize he should quit the field."

"If he has any sense at all, he will," Buckingham agreed. "She seemed very gratified by your attention, Majesty."

Charles struck Villiers on the shoulder good-naturedly. "What is all this 'majesty' nonsense, my friend?

Charles will do, especially at this hour."

The duke did not hide his pleasure at this remark, but then he frowned. "Her father was a most strict Puritan, Charles. She may have some ridiculous scruples."

"So she might, and they do her credit if she has," the king replied as he glanced at the waiting boatman.

"It may take a little time and some persuasion. We are willing to be patient." He eyed his companion.

"You would not be unwilling to be our amba.s.sador, would you, George?"

"I would be delighted to speak for you, sire," Villiers answered, thinking happily of the benefits Berkeley enjoyed in a similar situation. "Not that he will take a great deal of persuading, I'm sure," he added.

"Good, good!" The king started down the steps, then glanced over his shoulder. "We are seeking a little sport in Bankside tonight, George. Would you care to come along? It will be like old times."

"I would be honored," the Duke of Buckingham replied gratefully as he followed the king to the boat.

Honor, however, was something that man had not possessed in quite some time.

Chapter 12.

Very early the next morning, after a night of fitful sleep, Arabella followed the earl and Lady Lippettoward the king's new tennis court.

She could not remember a time when she had felt less confident of herself, in any situation, even when her father had been at his most unresponsive.

She had come to London hoping to meet Neville, then decided she never wanted to be near him again- and now, certain she had misjudged him, she was antic.i.p.ating seeing him more than ever before.

Unfortunately, there was also the problem of the king's alleged interest in her. To believe in that interest might be sinfully vain, yet did not the Duke of Buckingham and Neville know their monarch better than she?

If the king did have an interest in her, what exactly did that presage?

Also, what was she to do about the lascivious behavior of the other men at court? She had very little real experience in dealing with the opposite s.e.x. Her father had seen to that.

And there was the troubling business of the hunt for her husband, something she wished she could call off. She hated being paraded about like a horse for sale.

Not that she did not want to be married. She wanted a husband and a family. She had been virtually alone for so long!

All in all, Arabella was in no very contented mood as she followed the older couple.

Although it was very early in the day, the continually yawning Lady Lippet wore a gown of brown satin and orange velvet; her expression upon seeing Arabella's much plainer gown had made it obvious that she did not approve of the younger woman's subdued selection. Remarkably, however, she had said nothing, a restraint Arabella gratefully attributed to her obvious fatigue.

The earl, unfortunately, had apparently decided to step into the breach, for he had been quite loquacious regarding what he intended to say to the king. Arabella had kept her sighs to herself, yet if the earl managed to say even a portion of what he wished, he would surely need at least an hour of His Majesty's undivided attention.

She was also quite sure that King Charles would not appreciate hearing that every single thing he had done since his restoration was a mistake.

They reached the new court. Most of the s.p.a.cious interior was a large, bare rectangle. A ta.s.seled rope stretched across the middle between the outer wall and what seemed to be a long, covered stall, for a waist-high wooden part.i.tion separated the many spectators from the rectangle where the game was played.

She noted with relief that the Duke of Buckingham was not there, nor Sedley, Buckhurst and Jermyn.

This was quite a different group of people.

The king was on the far side of the ta.s.seled rope; the man on the nearer side was Neville.

Attired in an open white s.h.i.+rt, dark breeches, low boots and with his shoulder-length hair tied in a tail, he was all lithe, swift action as he batted a small ball with some kind of paddle ever the rope toward the king.

As she watched the king hit it back, she decided the idea was to keep hitting the ball from one person to the other until somebody missed it."Now, this is the penthouse," Lady Lippet explained in a loud whisper as she led them into the long covered area. "We can stand or sit here and watch the game."

Lady Lippet maneuvered her way through the spectators, tugging Arabella and the earl along like horses on a lead. Finally she came to a halt in the center of the penthouse. "Now we shall see everything," she declared.

"More laxity when he should be attending to matters of state!" the earl grumbled, albeit softly. "Who are these men? If they are courtiers, they should be about the business of government."

"It is surely a compliment to your son that the king wishes him to be his partner in this game," Arabella said to the earl, keeping her voice low and carefully dispa.s.sionate.

"A compliment? To play some childish sport?" the earl retorted with a sniff.

"If he lived a truly decadent life, I doubt he would be able to move about so quickly. Would he not be slow and sluggish?"

"The king has little trouble keeping up with my son. Would you say he is a model of decency?"

Unfortunately, Arabella could not disagree, so she turned her attention to the spectators.

The number of people with the king this early in the morning was rather startling, until she considered that of course the king would have many friends and servants to attend him. Although the spectators kept a portion of their attention on the game, clapping at certain times and cheering at others, it seemed to her that they were far more interested in their own concerns-especially the servant who was holding onto the leashes of several straining, barking, tussling spaniels.

Ignoring the earl's complaints, Lady Lippet continued to scan the gathering. "Well, this is a disappointment, I must say. These men are certainly not courtiers. They all look like clerks."

Arabella silently agreed. This was a much more sombre, respectable-looking group than she had seen last night at Whitehall.

"There is that fellow Pepys," Lady Lippet said, gesturing toward a slightly plump man in plain clothing at the far end of the penthouse. "He fancies himself a musician, I hear, although my friends say he has little talent. No doubt he believes he will be a famous fellow one day. The poor man is going to be disappointed."

The earl followed her gaze. "Does he not have something to do with the navy?"

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