Read The Blackmailed Bride Online
Authors: Kim Lawrence
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Literature & Fiction, #Contemporary Fiction, #Series, #Harlequin Presents
Indeed he wasn't; his eyes were fixed with uncompromising solemnity on her flushed, upturned features.
âIf you're after a quickie divorce, you couldn't have chosen a worse way to ensure my co-operation,' she
warned him grimly. âA simple letter from your solicitor would have done. Right now, I'm feeling particularly vicious!'
His sombre expression momentarily softened. âYou haven't got a malicious or vindictive bone in your body.'
Kate found his confidence was deeply frustrating.
âDon't you understand? Now everyone will
know!
' She lifted her horrified eyes to his dark face as her body began to respond automatically to the gentle rhythm and Javier's light, guiding touch. They flowed together like honey, moving as one fluid unit.
A stab of sexual longing of paralysing intensity lanced through her body. Helpless to control what was happening to her, Kate felt her starved senses react with pathetic predictability to his closeness; they drank in eagerly the unique fragrance of him and revelled in the hard-muscled male angularity of his lean body.
A judicious application of pressure from his fingers played across the hollow at the base of her spine brought her in close contact with his thighs; the resulting flicker of shock in her wide eyes as she felt his unashamed arousal made him smile with bold brilliance down at her.
âI can see it might limit your social life somewhat,' he admitted with a thin-lipped smile. âA certain type of man is attracted by the forbidden pleasures a married woman's bed offers but I don't think your admirer is one of them. He looked a little unwell, I thoughtâ¦'
This display of smug hypocrisy made Kate momentarily loose her footing. She doubted very much if Javier had been broadcasting his unavailability amongst the eligible highborn Spanish lovelies who had been no doubt falling over each other in their eagerness to offer him comfort. The thought of it made her feel physically sick.
âEven if Ian was my boyfriend, which he isn't, it wouldn't be any of your business.'
âI'm making it my business,' he revealed calmly. His scrutiny was unbearably penetrating as he scanned her face hungrily. âYou look very beautiful tonight,
querida,
' he continued seamlessly as Kate blinked back up at him in stunned disbelief.
âSo do you,' she admitted wistfully, without thinking. âWhat do you mean,
your business?
' she puzzled in a troubled whisper.
âI mean that marrying in hasteâ¦'
âAnd for all the wrong reasons.'
âAs you say,' he conceded impatiently. âIt doesn't make the pledges we made any less binding.'
âSince when?' A dark shadow of anguish crossed her face. âYou're the one who walked away from me.' An experience Kate knew she could only bear once in a lifetime.
âYou have no idea how hard that was for me, but I thought it was what you wanted. I thought you wanted your life I had stolen back.'
âIt is what I want,' she replied in small defiant voice.
âI was a fool!' He appeared oblivious to the curious looks his loud, bitter pronouncement had drawn.
âDid you come here about the divorceâ¦?'
His laugh almost hurt to hear.
With no warning Javier stopped dead in the middle of the dancing couples who diverted curiously around the motionless pair. He closed his eyes and his head fell back. Kate watched with growing bewilderment as the muscles in his brown throat worked convulsively.
âI missed you.'
Kate firmly doused the flare of hope that fluttered in her breast and shook her head stubbornly. âI don't believe you.' She
couldn't,
not knowing how much being wrong would hurt.
His head jerked upright, the fan of dark lashes lifted from his cheekbones revealing an expression of implacable de
termination. His powerful chest expanded and his shoulders firmed as if he was marshalling all his not inconsiderable authority.
âLet me convince you.'
For the first time Kate noticed the tell-tale signs of quivering tension in his body. The nerve throbbing in his lean cheek. The extra sharp edge to the jutting angularity of his facial bones.
âYou've lost weight,' she observed in a distracted, worried manner.
His body, always greyhound lean, had an even more spare look to it. This lean, hungry look was probably connected to the combustible, dangerous aura he was exuding. He looked like someone who had been sustained on adrenaline and will power alone for too long.
Probably the stress of his grandfather's death, and the extra responsibilities that had fallen on his broad shoulders were responsible for these changes. Plus making sure that Luis Gonzalez finally got his comeuppance. Kate felt indignant that nobody close to him had had the good sense to see he needed taking care of. She contemplated the pleasure it would give her to give them a piece of her mind, were she really his wife and in a position to do so.
A wistful expression made her soft mouth quiver.
Of course, if she had been his wife in a real sense, there wouldn't be any need for anyone else to make sure he didn't push himself too hard; she could have done that herself.
He gave a dismissive shrug, displaying an infuriatingly cavalier attitude to his health.
âEveryone has their limits, Javier, even you,' she remonstrated.
He gave an odd laugh. âIf I didn't know that, the past six weeks taught me that and many things I didn't know before.'
Her eyes darkened. âHas it been very badâ¦?' Her concern increased as she noted the faint sheen of perspiration gleaming on his vibrant, golden skin. Kate, who had seen him appear cool and collected on occasions when the temperature had reached the high thirties, knew that Javier was totally impervious to the heat.
âHell!'
came the succinct response. âAre you seeing anyone?' The words emerged from between clenched white teeth.
Her round chin firmed. âAnd if I was?' some perverse imp impelled her to respond.
A white line appeared around his compressed lips. Kate had never seen the veneer of sophistication that covered his passionate nature thinner. Only pride prevented her from revealing how shaken she felt by the raw emotions spilling from him.
â
Por Dios,
do not trifle with me, Kate. I am not
safe!
' he confided, breathing hard as he fought to retain his shredded self-control.
Shaken to the core by his raw pronouncement, Kate had no intention of testing the authenticity of this claim.
She cleared her bone-dry throat.
âNo, I'm not seeing anyone, Javier. I think,' she hypothesised, exposing her inner soul to him with a rush of relief, âthat it's likely you've spoilt me for any other man.'
When Kate finally worked up the courage to look at him, her bruised, aching heart stilled and then soared at the expression of tender triumph she encountered on his devastatingly handsome face. Even at that moment she hardly dared trust her interpretation of his expression.
âThat is as it should be,
mi esposa,
for there is no doubt that you have spoilt me for any other woman. I think I fell in love with you that very first moment I saw you. I didn't realise it until you fainted outside the church. I was overwhelmed by my selfishness; I was sure you must despise
me. Like a fool I let you goâ¦I was too afraid of rejection to ask you to stay with me, but now as you see my pride is in tatters.'
âNot so as you'd notice,' Kate breathed with a delirious laugh as she gazed transfixed into his stunningly handsome face. Wonderingly, she lifted her small hand to his bronzed cheek; Javier murmured her name as he turned his head and pressed a fervent kiss to her open palm.
Kate's tummy muscles quivered violently as she gazed at his dark glossy head.
âI don't believe this is real.' She bit her lip, struggling to hold back the emotional tears. If she started crying, she feared she wouldn't be able to stop. âI've dreamed so often about this moment, but I never thought it would happenâ¦'
Javier gazed with fierce pride into her luminous eyes. âI think I might just know a way of convincing you.'
Kate responded body and soul to the demands of his burning kiss which only ended when they both registered the polite âWouldn't disturb you for the world!'
âToby, isn't itâ¦?' Javier responded with only slightly less cool assurance than usual.
âThing is, I thought you might like to know the music stopped playing about five minutes ago, and not to put too fine a point on it,' he glanced sympathetically at Kate's fiery cheeks and cleared his throat, âyou are the floor show.'
âOh, Godâ¦!' Kate moaned, suddenly conscious they were standing quite alone in the middle of the large dance floor, the focus of several hundred pairs of curious eyes.
âThere is no shame involved in kissing your husband,
mi esposa,
' Javier reproached, surveying the room with a staggering display of supreme indifference which Kate deeply envied.
âBlame it on my British inhibitions,' she gritted cringing at the thought of the spectacle she must have presented.
A gleam appeared in his fabulous densely lashed eyes. âI had not noticed you had any.'
Kate choked and shot a glance towards Toby, who was tactfully examining his fingernails. âFor God's sake, Javier!' she reproached, a laugh quivering in her throat.
Javier smiled complacently down into her deliciously flushed face before turning politely to the young lawyer.
âWe are indebted to you, Toby,' he said smoothly as he inclined his head towards the loose-limbed younger man. âDo you speak Spanish?' he asked abruptly.
The other man looked startled. âPretty well; appalling accent though,' he admitted with a self-deprecating grin.
âWell, if you were serious about work, ring this number,' he said in an off-hand manner as he handed the startled young man a card.
âAre you seriousâ¦?'
âAlways where business is concerned,' Javier responded with a wolfish grin. âNow, if you'll excuse us, Kate and I were just leaving.'
âGood of you to tell me,' she murmured as he drew her to his side.
One dark eyebrow rose to a satanic angle. âYou prefer we continue our conversation here?'
âWe weren't talking.'
âThat is why I thought it would be wiser to adjourn to somewhere less public. I have an overwhelming desire to make love to my wife, you see,' he explained, with a contemplative smile that sent a sharp thrill of sexual desire through her.
âIn that case,' she responded huskily, âlead the way.'
Kate gave a sigh of relief as they finally reached the porticoed exit. She had tried to emulate her husband's splendid indifference to the stares and whispers that had dogged their progress, but it hadn't been easy. As for Javier, he hadn't been much help; his reserves of tolerance
had quickly worn thin when people with the slightest claim to his acquaintance repeatedly approached them. Towards the end, his methods of ridding himself of those unwise enough to impede their progress were brutally abrupt enough to make Kate cringe.
âBeing rich and important is no excuse for bad manners.'
He immediately accepted culpability. âI know, but I am desperate to make love to you,
mi esposa.
'
Kate was quick to recognise that these were extenuating circumstances.
âYou think I'm a pushover, don't you?' she accused as she happily allowed him to draw her into his arms.
âI think you are the sweetest, most enchanting little witch in the world,' he told her throatily.
âWell, I suppose you have your good points; you were pretty nice to Toby,' she admitted.
âNo, I was not
nice
to Toby. I rely on first impressions and my first impression of him tells me he is loyal but not afraid of speaking his mind. People like that are surprisingly rare.'
âSo your first impressions are always right, are they?' She widened her eyes innocently. âWhat about your first impressions of me?' She looked up at him, her eyes dancing with bright laughing expectancy.
âOh, my first impressions of you were one hundred per cent correct,' he assured her.
Recalling some of his less than flattering accusations at the time, Kate's eyes widened indignantly.
âI knew you were trouble, even then.'
Trouble�
Kate liked the sound of that; it made her feel bold and dangerous, a real femme fatale.
âYou'd better believe it,' she purred, giving a provocative little wriggle.
Delighted to see his eyes darken responsively to the light-hearted provocation, Kate was winding her arms
around his neck when she was blinded by a series of bright camera flashes. Javier immediately moved to block her from the view of the opportunist photographer.
He moved swiftly but even when she was in the back of the chauffeur-driven limousine which had pulled up in front of the building the photographer, his camera pressed up against the glass, was still popping away.
Javier, white-faced with anger, gave his instructions to the driver before pressing the button that brought down the smoked glass screen between them.
âDoes that happen to you often?' Kate asked, sinking back into the luxurious upholstery with a sigh.
âI'm afraid it does.' He regarded her pale, distressed features with concern. âI'm sorry,
querida,
for exposing you to that, but someone inside must have contacted the press about our rather public display. I should have anticipated it.' He frowned.
âIt wasn't very nice,' she admitted candidly. âAnd I expect seeing myself looking like some cross-eyed sheep in some scummy paper tomorrow won't be nice either, but I suppose I'd better get used to it,' she returned with a philosophical shrug. âThat is, if you're serious about wanting this marriage to be for realâ¦?'