Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
She grabbed the bucket, the water now dirty from seeing to the room, and went to the door.
Her husband was in front of her, blocking the door before she reached it.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Cavell demanded.
Worry rather than anger sparked in his eyes and seeing that calmed the fear that had rushed through her when he suddenly loomed over her, sounding angry.
“I need fresh water to wash,” she said.
Cavell grabbed the bucket from her hand. “I will get it for you.”
As he left the dwelling, he cursed himself for being so abrupt with her upon seeing the fright in her eyes. Then cursed himself again for worrying about it. Damn, if his wife did not have him confused.
He stopped a moment upon his return, seeing that she had removed her tunic and stood in her shift that hung loosely on her and he wondered aloud, “You got those garments from Curdie, didn’t you?”
“I did,” she said and went to the water-filled bucket he had placed on the table, anxious to wash quickly and be done with it.
“You were not allowed to wash at the abbey?’ he asked, taking a seat on the bed a short distance away from her, for his own sanity since he was hit suddenly with the need to see her naked and talking with her kept his mind from dwelling on it.
“Barely,” she said and lowered her head over the bucket and scooped up a handful of water to splash over her face. It felt good, especially since her cheeks had suddenly heated when the thought had popped into her head of sharing the narrow bed with her husband tonight.
Cavell watched the water trickle down her slender neck inviting him to taste it, and he shook his head. He almost stopped her when she grabbed the cloth she had set on the table and wiped her neck and face dry.
Keep talking with her, he silently warned, but he was too enthralled with her movements to pay himself any mind. He watched her slowly ease her arm into the bucket of water and splash water over it repeatedly, washing away the dust and leaving her arm glistening. Her innocent actions brought back memories of the way her hands had caressed his body, explored it, having never touched a man before him and the thought further aroused his already stirring manhood. Her touch was meant for him and him alone, as his touch was for her.
That night had been magical with her. Never had a woman satisfied him as Elsie had. Never had he felt so content with a woman as he had with her. Never had he found such pleasure in sleeping wrapped around a woman as he had with Elsie. Never had he thought one night with a woman could have him caring so much for her as he did now for Elsie, and never had he hungered for a woman as he did now for his wife.
Cavell moved his glance off his wife’s arm and looked upon her puzzled expression as she stared at him. He realized then how potent his desire must be in his eyes, and how unfamiliar it must be to her since they had coupled in the dark, only able to touch and feel but not see each other.
When he saw desire spark in her eyes, he tried to ignore it. But when she simply stood there continuing to stare at him as if she was lost, not sure what she felt, what to do, he mumbled a curse, stood, and went to her.
His hand hooked the back of her neck, his arm rushed around her waist to yank her to him, and his lips came down on hers in a kiss that demanded.
CHAPTER 6
Bloody hell, but he loved kissing his wife. While her body was soft and inviting, her lips were strong and eager to return his kiss. They not only matched his demand but demanded more from him and he did not hesitate to give her what she wanted, what he himself wanted… every bit she could give him and all he could give her.
He tightened his arm around her waist, lifted her so that her feet didn’t touch the floor, and walked to the bed. He dropped her down on it, his body following along.
His hand instantly went to her small breasts, and he stopped himself from ripping her shift off her so he could cup her breast naked in his hand. Her hips rose to rub against his hard shaft, invitingly, and her arms locked around his neck, not letting him go.
Her wet arm shocked him enough to make him realize what he was doing. He was yet to know if her story was true, if she was or wasn’t insane, if she already harbored his child within her. He could not let his manhood rule him. It had been what had gotten him into this position in the first place. But damn if he didn’t want to surrender to the passion that soared between them.