Swept Away (11 page)

Alex’s grave had been dug next to Eleanora’s, but until they began to lower his coffin into the ground, Raven had not remembered that she had been buried in the Clairbourne family plot Her grave was marked by an exquisitely carved marble angel, and he wondered what sort of headstone Eden had requested for Alex. Certain it would be inappropriate no matter what she had chosen, he decided to cancel her order and place one of his own.

When the priest had completed the graveside prayers, Eden stepped forward to toss the first handful of dirt into the grave, but her expression gave no hint of her despair. Heartbroken that she had lost the husband she adored so shortly after their wedding, she nevertheless managed to survive the afternoon without breaking down in front of the people who followed her back to Briarcliff to offer their condolences. She did not want her behavior to reflect poorly on Alex’s choice of an American bride, but nothing in her young life had prepared her to survive such a tragic loss, and while she hid her pain bravely, she doubted it would ever go away.

Randy MacDermott had not met Eden before that day, but he was impressed not only by her rare beauty but also by her strength of character. “She’s got plenty of courage,” he remarked to Raven. “She must have made Alex a fine wife.”

Raven was relieved when Randy seemed to find a noncommittal nod reply enough to an opinion he knew he would never share. All around him he heard people whispering the same admiring comments but in his view Eden was merely indifferent rather than stoic. At least she had frequently been drawn away from his side, but whenever she was near, he was disgusted with himself for being all too aware of her disarming femininity.

When finally the last of the callers had departed, Raven doubted he would be able to keep his opinion of Eden to himself, but she surprised him by excusing herself immediately. Grateful to be relieved of the agony of her company, Raven told Abbot he did not wish to be disturbed. He opened a bottle of Alex’s blackberry brandy that was made from the fruit of Briarcliff vines, and settled himself down in the study to be alone with his memories.

He wasn’t certain when Alex had first told him about his heart condition, but for a long while he had refused to believe anything could possibly be wrong with the man who had raised him. Wisely, Alex had not belligerently forced him to face the pain of that reality, but that kindness did not make the sorrow Raven felt now any easier to bear. Every step of the way he had fought coming to terms with the fact Alex would never grow old, but he had not expected the last time he had seen him to be the last. He wished now that he had not insisted that Alex tell Eden the truth, but there was no way to take back their final conversation, nor the disastrous elopement to which it had led.

Raven had gotten only a few hours’ sleep the previous night, and soon the warmth of the brandy and the solitude of the early evening combined to make him so drowsy he gave up his maudlin reverie in favor of going to bed. Not finding his valise in the room he always used, he wondered where Peter had taken it. He would not need clean clothes and his razor until morning, but he did not want to have to roam the halls looking disheveled then. After all, he was now an earl, and surely an earl did not greet a new day by prowling about his mansion searching for his clothes.

Thinking it possible Peter might have mistakenly put the valise in Alex’s room, he went there first. The door was unlocked, a lamp burning on the chest of drawers illuminated the room, and just as he had supposed, his valise sat on the floor at the end of the bed. It was not the scuffed leather satchel that immediately caught his eye, however, for the fact that Eden was sound asleep in the magnificent mahogany bed shook him clear to the marrow.

He closed the door quietly behind him, and as he approached the bed, the thick Aubusson carpet muffled the sound of his footsteps. Eden was smiling slightly, obviously lost in the sweetness of her dreams, and Raven could not help but wonder what she was doing in her late husband’s bed. Then a truly wicked thought occurred to him. The bed no longer belonged to Alex; it was now his.

Was that Eden’s plan, to welcome him to Briarcliff as no one else could? Considering that likely, he brushed her long curls aside and leaned down to peer at her closely. He was not surprised to find her complexion was as flawless as it appeared from a few steps away, but there was no sign of tears on her lashes or cheeks. Plainly she was no heartbroken widow who had cried herself to sleep in her late husband’s bed. She was a clever vixen lying in wait for the next man to come along.

Raven went back to the door, locked it, and secured the one leading to the adjoining bedroom as well. He then began to undress with deliberate care, slowly peeling off the fine clothes he had worn for Alex’s funeral. He wanted Eden to open her eyes and watch him, but she continued to sleep as though her conscience were as pure as her snowy white nightgown.

Wanting to be able to watch her expression when she did awaken, Raven left the lamp burning low. Now nude, he raised the covers and joined Eden in the comfortable bed. She shifted her position slightly, but continued to sleep as he slipped his left arm beneath her shoulders to pull her into an easy embrace. Her hair again fell across her face, and as he combed it through his fingers, he could not help but marvel at its softness. She was the most alluring of women but now he no longer had to fight her appeal. She might have laid a trap for him, but determined she was the one who would be caught, he lowered his mouth to hers.

Exhausted by the ordeal of Alex’s funeral, Eden was slow to wake. She did not feel the pressure of Raven’s lips until his kiss grew demanding. Forgetting for a moment that she was now a widow, she raised her hand to his nape, thinking it was again Alex who had joined her in bed. She opened her mouth, curled her tongue over his, and pressed against him. Wanting all he could give, she waited as she always had for him to be the first to draw away.

Even fully aware of his inexplicable weakness for her, Raven was stunned by the effect of Eden’s adoring kiss. He seldom bothered to kiss the women with whom he spent his time, but Eden’s affection was so delicious he paused only long enough to draw a deep breath before capturing her mouth anew. He slipped his right hand beneath her gown and traced the length of her thigh with a gentle caress. Her skin was soft and smooth, as seductively warm as her kiss, and impatient to feel her body next to his, he ended their second lengthy kiss to help her remove her gown.

The force of Raven’s insistent tugs on the soft folds of her nightgown brought Eden fully awake, but her vision was obscured as he pulled it off over her head, and she didn’t realize it was he until he had tossed it aside.

“Raven!” she gasped, and grabbed the sheet to cover her bare bosom.

That she could look so shocked merely amused him, “Who did you think you were kissing?” he asked, but before she could reply, he leaned down to kiss her again.

Fully aware that she had responded to his kisses in a wanton fashion, Eden was mortified by the handsome young man’s question, and struggled to push him away. “I was asleep. I didn’t know who you were.”

“You’ll admit that any man will do?” He broke into a wide grin when her bewildered topaz gaze grew wider still.

“No, certainly not,” she argued weakly, completely dazzled by his smile. She had never really seen him smile before, and she was stunned by how greatly that expression enhanced his already handsome appearance. Forcing her gaze from his face, she finally took note of the black curls that covered the broad expanse of his bare chest. Instantly certain he was as naked as she, she tightened her grip on the sheet to a frantic clutch.

Raven had helped her to bury Alex only that afternoon—how could she tell him that it was Alex she had thought she had kissed? Coming out of her dreams, she had been aware of the spicy scent of her husband’s cologne, and tasted the flavor of his brandy. It had been Alex, she realized with a jolt of recognition, or his ghost, for surely a man who had always displayed Raven’s reserve could not possibly have kissed her as passionately as her husband had.

Eden continued to eye him with an astonished stare, but when she failed to speak, Raven seized the opportunity to kiss her again. Leaning across her, he forced her down into the feather pillows. For the briefest of instants she stiffened in his arms, then with a low moan of surrender from deep in her throat, she raised her arms to encircle his neck and made the kiss her own. She’s lovely bait for a trap, Raven recalled dimly, but he wanted Eden too badly to worry over the possible danger to himself.

Raven had always worn the same cologne as Alex, Eden’s numbed mind dimly remembered. That his kiss was flavored with blackberry brandy, as Alex’s often was in the evening, was not remarkable either. But having mistaken him for Alex, she now found it impossible to accuse him of taking advantage of her as she knew she should. Instead she longed for him to make love to her when he was so like Alex she could not tell the difference between them when she closed her eyes.

That was Eden’s last rational thought. It was Alex she loved, Alex she wanted to cherish with love’s most beautiful expression, and caring not at all what Raven’s thoughts might be when hers were so full of her late husband, she gave herself to him with the same uninhibited passion she and Alex had always shared.

Raven felt Eden’s hands moving over his shoulders, then his back, her fingertips lightly tracing the muscular planes before sliding down his spine. Her touch was as provocative as her kiss. He had always regarded kissing as a bothersome prelude to far more sensual pleasures, but he realized now that was merely because he had never kissed Eden. He could not take his mouth from hers, and it was not simply that her taste was indescribably sweet. It was because of the abandon with which she welcomed each thrust of his tongue and returned it until he was certain she knew his mouth as well as her own.

Gradually Raven became aware of the distinct possibility that he had never really made love before, for Eden affected his emotions far more strongly than any of his previous partners ever had. He did not know how many women there had been, too many perhaps, but the physical release they had given him had never been preceded with such loving affection as this.

While he was no longer able to fight the attraction he had always felt for Eden, Raven still could not forgive her for enticing Alex into marriage. They were two entirely separate considerations in his mind, one purely pleasure, the other unbearable pain. For now he intended to take every joy she could provide, and later he would allow his anger free rein.

Lost in her own precious memories, Eden lay bathed in the heady enchantment of her husband’s affection. Her whole body felt gloriously alive, as sensitive to his touch as she had been on their wedding night. As always, he did not rush her, but instead allowed her to lead him ever deeper into the magical beauty of love. When at her urging he finally brought their bodies together as one, it was with the same exquisite tenderness he had always shown. He moved slowly, allowing her need for him to heighten until she clung to him, her motions mirroring his until they were both consumed in a heated rush of ecstasy. As that rapturous sensation began to ebb, they remained together still, their arms and legs entangled in a lovers’ embrace.

When Raven could again draw a deep breath, he began to cover Eden’s flushed cheeks with adoring kisses. Her lashes fluttered slightly, and then she opened her eyes. She looked up at him with a gaze that held both puzzlement and sorrow.

“Alex?” she whispered softly, devastated to find her beautiful fantasy was at an end.

“Alex is dead,” Raven replied, and as he spoke those words, the anguish that he had successfully suppressed until that moment suddenly became an unbearable burden. Overwhelmed by the pain of his grief, he buried his face in Eden’s silken curls and wept without shame for the man who had shown him the only love he had ever known.

As responsive as when they had made love, Eden held Raven tightly and murmured every comforting phrase she had ever heard. She knew only too well how much it hurt to have lost Alex, and she didn’t want him to have to suffer that excruciating pain alone. Somehow they had to find the courage to survive the loss of the man who had meant so much to them both. While she had not thought it would be Raven who would need her strength, she nonetheless gave it unsparingly until he at last fell asleep in her arms.

Her lips brushed his black curls with a goodnight kiss, but when Eden closed her eyes, it was again the soft silver sheen of Alex’s hair and the bright blue sparkle of his eyes that filled her dreams.

Chapter Six

August 1863

When Eden awakened late the next morning, Alex’s bedroom was awash in bright sunlight. Enjoying the view of the garden below, Raven was leaning beside one of the leaded windows that framed the massive bed. Arms folded across his chest, he appeared more relaxed than she had ever seen him, and infinitely more attractive. His damp curls glowed with a blue-black sheen and his well-chiseled features were bathed in golden light. He was dressed in tight-fitting black pants and a white shirt, whose loose folds concealed what she now knew to be well-muscled shoulders and arms.

Although Raven felt the warmth of Eden’s gaze, he did not turn away from the window before announcing calmly, “We’ll have to marry.”

Badly startled by that greeting, Eden sat up slowly. Her nightgown lay across the bed within easy reach and she hurriedly pulled it over her head then brushed back her tangled curls. “Raven,” she began hesitantly, certain they would never have a more important conversation, and therefore selecting her words with care, “Last night, well, neither of us was thinking clearly and—”