Chapter Six: Page Three
He took her hands in his. "I promise, by all the stars in the heavens and by all the love in my heart, I will honor and cherish you as my wife forever." "That's lovely! Much nicer than the words they make you say in church." The warmth of her breath caressed his face. "I promise, by all the stars in the heavens and by all the love in my heart, I will honor and cherish you as my husband forever." She was his at long last! A great warm, foamy wave of relief threatened to knock Irvine off his feet. "You have made me the happiest person in the world!" "The happiest man, perhaps," Selphie corrected him with an impish chuckle. "Aye." Irvine swept her into his arms again. "The very happiest man!" He kissed her again with all the unappeased hunger that had once gnawed at his heart. The assurance that she returned his feelings made him bolder. His hands ranged over her, acquainting him with every delectable curve of her body through the fine muslin of her gown. The ragged gust of her breath, the way she draped herself against him, her sighs of pleasure, convinced him of her matching desire. She trembled in his arms. "Are you cold, my love?" He gathered her closer to him…if that were possible. "Can I fetch you a wrap? Or do you wish to go inside?" Selphie shook her head. "I am not cold. I am on fire. The only wrap I want is your arms. I do want to go inside, though." Irvine struggled to contain his disappointment. "To my bed," whispered Selphie. "But only if you promise to join me." "Join you?" Irvine nearly dropped her. "In bed?" "Why not?" Delicious, teasing laughter rippled through her. "We just wed, didn't we?" Irvine's mouth went dry. His body, already roused to an extremity he could barely stand, responded to her invitation. "Yes, but —" "I want my wedding night, husband." She tugged him toward the house. "And I cannot wait." All his life, Lord Kinneas had been a careful, guarded, responsible fellow. Scores of prudent reasons to resist her tempting invitation clamored in his mind. But they were no match for the love that swelled in his heart, or the ache of desire that racked his body. "Neither can I!"
He took her hands in his. "I promise, by all the stars in the heavens and by all the love in my heart, I will honor and cherish you as my wife forever." "That's lovely! Much nicer than the words they make you say in church." The warmth of her breath caressed his face. "I promise, by all the stars in the heavens and by all the love in my heart, I will honor and cherish you as my husband forever." She was his at long last! A great warm, foamy wave of relief threatened to knock Irvine off his feet. "You have made me the happiest person in the world!" "The happiest man, perhaps," Selphie corrected him with an impish chuckle. "Aye." Irvine swept her into his arms again. "The very happiest man!" He kissed her again with all the unappeased hunger that had once gnawed at his heart. The assurance that she returned his feelings made him bolder. His hands ranged over her, acquainting him with every delectable curve of her body through the fine muslin of her gown. The ragged gust of her breath, the way she draped herself against him, her sighs of pleasure, convinced him of her matching desire. She trembled in his arms. "Are you cold, my love?" He gathered her closer to him…if that were possible. "Can I fetch you a wrap? Or do you wish to go inside?" Selphie shook her head. "I am not cold. I am on fire. The only wrap I want is your arms. I do want to go inside, though." Irvine struggled to contain his disappointment. "To my bed," whispered Selphie. "But only if you promise to join me." "Join you?" Irvine nearly dropped her. "In bed?" "Why not?" Delicious, teasing laughter rippled through her. "We just wed, didn't we?" Irvine's mouth went dry. His body, already roused to an extremity he could barely stand, responded to her invitation. "Yes, but —" "I want my wedding night, husband." She tugged him toward the house. "And I cannot wait." All his life, Lord Kinneas had been a careful, guarded, responsible fellow. Scores of prudent reasons to resist her tempting invitation clamored in his mind. But they were no match for the love that swelled in his heart, or the ache of desire that racked his body. "Neither can I!"
