Fortune's Vengeful Groom

“Why? Why not blast me right then and there if you thought I’d been unfaithful? At least the truth would have come out. And we wouldn’t have wasted six years of our lives.”

“I couldn’t,” she said, the regret in her eyes turning to pain. “I couldn’t because…You know that I had a broken engagement right before I met you.”

“Yeah, that’s about all I know. You never gave me details.”

“You didn’t seem to want any.”

“What for? I only knew that I wanted you. I didn’t care that some loser let you go.”

“But you see, it’s so much more than that. He hurt me in ways that I can’t describe. And then when I thought you had betrayed me, too…I couldn’t face it. Or you. And I couldn’t face another disastrous scandal. I’d put my family through enough that year, breaking off that engagement. The headlines were cruel and probing…and I just couldn’t put my family through that again.”

“So you walked?”

She nodded.

“And it never occurred to you that I might have been innocent?”

Eliza lifted her eyes to meet his squarely. She breathed out, “Not once.”

“Not once,” he repeated. He tamped down rising rage. Not once had she even thought it possible that what she’d seen had been something harmless, something that could have been easily explained if she’d only sought the answers.

She continued in a quiet tone, “It was like I was reliving a scene from my past. First Warren’s betrayal, then yours. We’d been engaged for months, and two weeks before our wedding date I found him in bed with his campaign manager. He hadn’t expected me to show up when I did, either. But when I caught him, I realized that he’d used me and the powerful Fortune name for his campaign. He wanted to be Sioux Falls’ youngest mayor. I guess I never really got over that betrayal.”

“So you thought I was just like him?”

“No…yes. I don’t know,” she said, tears misting in her eyes.

“I never asked you for anything. In fact, I refused your money time and again. That’s not what I wanted from you. I only asked that you love me. But you didn’t. Maybe you weren’t ready to get married, Eliza. Maybe you still loved this guy and only used me to get over him.”

“No! That’s not true.” She rose from her seat and implored him with fire in her eyes. “I didn’t love Warren. Not the way I loved you. He got what was coming to him when he lost the election, and I knew a moment of satisfaction in that. But it all seemed so trivial to me because when I met you, I fell in love and didn’t care a thing about Warren anymore. I never thought of him that way again.”

“Except the moment there was a hint of doubt about me, you cast that so-called love aside. No, Eliza. I’m not buying it. That’s not what love is about.”

Eliza’s indignant expression faltered.

Reese hadn’t expected this. No, he’d always thought she’d walked out on him because he couldn’t provide the money and lifestyle she’d been accustomed to. They’d spend their days traveling the rodeo circuit, spending their nights often in a different motel room, in a different city. He’d been so sure that she’d gotten tired of the instability and the lack of luxury.

Now he was blown away by her allegation. She’d really believed that he’d deceived her and he’d had an affair the minute her back had been turned. This truth was a fresh injury to an old wound, one he’d nursed through the years until he’d thought it healed. Now she’d opened that old scar up and plunged it deep with a new sharp and gutting accusation.

Even now, as he gazed into her solemn eyes, he read doubt and mistrust there. What did it matter that she didn’t believe him? After all, he hadn’t come here expecting a happy reunion.

“What now?” she asked, and he noted worry on her sullen face. She didn’t want their marriage exposed; that much was evident.

He approached her, his gaze holding hers. Eliza backed away from him and he smiled. And the more she backed away, the closer he came, until she bumped into a worktable draped with white satin. He grabbed her hand and drew her near, while the other hand reached up to caress her face. She stared at him. He skimmed a finger down her cheek, tracing the delicate lines. Her skin felt smooth and utterly soft, just as he remembered. He skimmed his hand farther down, grazing her throat and then stroked lower to flatten onto her collarbone.

She drew in a quick breath, the gasp reminiscent of the passion they once shared. Heat was still there between them, simmering from their bodies. And want was still there, too. Her pulse pounded under his palm.

He slid his hand to her breast, spreading out to cup her fully. Even through his anger and hurt, the remembered feel of her created havoc below his waist.

He flicked his thumb over her pebbled nipple.

She made a sound in her throat, a little cry that drew him to full erection.

He leaned in, pressing her body to his, his mouth angling toward hers. “Now, darlin’, I give you something to worry about.”

Three

If she pushed at him, she knew he’d release her and back away. But Reese’s heat surrounded her. His eyes held her captive. And those lips, hovering so near, tempted her beyond reason. Eliza’s body responded to his.

It always had.

So when he freed her breast and splayed both hands around her waist, tugging her closer, she allowed it. And sighed when his erection rubbed into her belly.

Her mind flashed images of making love with Reese in all ways and all positions imaginable. They’d been hot for each other. They’d never let up.

They’d been madly in love.

“Kiss me, Eliza.”

And there it was—the low timbre of Reese’s command. He’d always brought her pleasure. He’d been an incredible lover, a man who spoke to her in bed, telling her what he wanted and what he would do to her.

He’d been sinfully erotic, sexier than a man had a right to be. He’d brought her fulfillment each and every time.

Yes, yes. She wanted to kiss him and bring back all those heated, glorious memories. Just this once, she told herself because she knew she and Reese had no future together. They’d hurt each other far too much to ever hope to heal past mistakes. And she’d never reveal him as her husband.

Never.

She lifted her mouth to his. The moment their lips touched, Reese took over, and she flowed farther into his arms, remembering how he’d always taken care with her.

He held her close and gently, but his kiss was harsh, pressing her lips roughly, and the mix of his musky scent and demanding body was the sweetest torture she’d ever known. He took from her and took some more, his lips crushing hers without tenderness or regard.

And just when she meant to push him away, realizing the punishing terms of his kiss, he softened his assault and the blending of their mouths turned into something she’d never expected to feel for Reese again—desire.

It burned through her.

She stood in his arms, stunned by her reaction.

She’d spent the last six years hating him for his betrayal, and in less than six minutes he’d made her want him again.

“Open for me, baby,” he rasped out.

“Reese, this isn’t—”

He mated their tongues, and her protest died quickly as old rhythms came back. The taste of him and the heady way he moved his mouth on hers sent shocking tingles down to her feet. She fell deeply into the kiss, unmindful of reason, throwing caution to the wind.

Don’t fall for the guy again.

No, no. She wouldn’t. She’d promised Nicole and herself. But she couldn’t deny how alive he made her feel. More alive than she’d felt these past six years.

Reese broke off the kiss after long moments. “Still so pretty,” he said, his breath caressing her lips. “Still taste so damn good.”

Eliza’s heart raced. A shocking thrill coursed down her body, making her tremble with need. His seductive tone had always promised a wild night tangling in the sheets.

“Touch me,” he said quietly.

She lifted her hand to his face, her fingers outlining the strength of his jaw. She felt the contours, the slight stubble that shadowed his features, and remembered how that stubble would brush her thighs, creating rough friction against her legs right before he’d…

He bent his head and took her mouth again in another soul-searing kiss. Eliza kissed him back, caught up in memories she’d long ago buried. And when his knee parted her legs and he hiked her dress up slowly, the heat of his palm scorched her thigh. His fingers slid over her skin, inching higher until he teased the silken edge of her panties.

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