Chapter Twelve
Summer hardly remembered how she and Bose had reached her chamber.
Between heated kisses he had asked instructions for navigating Chaldon’s corridors and before she knew it, Bose had entered the keep and wound his way through the maze of halls.
Summer’s heavy oaken door loomed before them and without hesitation, Bose kicked the panel open and ushered them both inside.
Aloft in Bose’s arms, Summer was aware of the familiar surroundings, the familiar scent of her possessions.
Removing her face from Bose’s neck, she blinked her eyes as if emerging from a deep sleep.
Looking curiously to the dark knight, he met her gaze and smiled gently as he lowered her to the floor.
“Why are we here?” she asked, truly innocent of his intentions.
He continued to smile, stroking her hair. “Because it is quiet and private, and away from the Breck Kerrys and drunken fathers of this world.”
She blinked again, regaining the composure that his heated kisses had shattered. Smiling weakly, she nodded in agreement. “I suppose so,” unable to match his searing expression, she turned away, unconsciously moving toward her massive bed. “It is much b-better here, isn’t it?”
He nodded faintly, watching the delicious curve of her back as she moved away from him. God’s Beard, he knew he shouldn’t be here, but he honestly could not help himself. The more he touched and tasted, the more he wanted to claim her in every sense of the word.
“C-Come here.”
Summer’s voice roused him from his train of thought.
Realizing she was standing by the bed as she spoke, he nearly tripped over his feet in his attempt to reach her.
Ever cool, customarily composed Bose de Moray was as giddy as a young squire and he nearly laughed at himself for his clumsy, eager actions.
Summer, however, did not seem to notice his ungraceful moves. As Bose reached the bed, she smiled sweetly and pointed to the pillow. Tearing his gaze away from her beautiful face, his black eyes located the source of her interest.
“Antony,” his voice was soft as he reached down to stroke his former pet. Wriggling and twisting, Antony greeted his previous master by nibbling his massive fingers.
“He is rather fond of this p-pillow,” she said, her hand joining Bose’s against the gray and white fur. “In fact, he sleeps with me.”
Bose sat on the edge of the bed and Antony scampered onto the massive lap. “As he used to sleep with Lora and I,” he said, caressing his fuzzy friend. “After you and I are married, however, I shall find him a bed of his own.”
Her eyebrows furrowed as she leaned against the canopy post, watching him toy with the playful creature. “Why would you do that? He will be comfortable with us.”
Bose maintained a steady gaze upon the animal. “Because I do not intend to share you with anyone and especially not within the confines of our bedchamber.”
She smiled. “Not even with Antony?”
“Nay.”
“B-But you shared Lora with him.”
“I had no choice. Antony was her pet well before she met me.”
“B-But you allowed her to continue to sleep with him. Why not me?”
He frowned. “Because you show far too much affection for him. I’ll not be ousted from my own bed by my wife’s pet.”
Summer laughed softly, sitting at the end of the bed and calling softly to Antony. The ferret immediately left Bose’s lap and scurried across the heavy bedrug, writhing delightedly under his mistress’ delicate touch.
“Do you hear that?” she crooned tenderly. “Sir Bose intends to oust you from our bed. What have you to say to that?”
Bose stared at her in surprise, noting that the stammer completely vanished from her speech as she spoke sweetly to the little animal.
True, sometimes she could speak a complete sentence without stammering, but that was rare.
Moreover, the way she spoke to the animal was different…
so confident. He liked it. He wanted to hear her speak that way to him as well, for always.
Summer caught Bose’s expression from the corner of her eye, a gentle quirk of a smile gracing his lop-sided lips. Distracted from Antony’s frenzied play, she cast him a curious look.
“W-Why are you smiling?”
He continued to gaze at her a moment before leaning back against the heavy pillows, his smile growing.
“Because I have listened to you speak to Antony without a stammer to be heard,” when she looked bewildered, he laughed softly.
“I told you that your speech was purely habit. You stutter because it is expected.”
Summer watched the ferret as it scooted away from her, returning across the bedrug and attempting to make a nest in the mound of pillows. After a moment, she shrugged feebly.
“Y-You are speaking in riddles,” she said weakly, knowing in fact that his theory made a good deal of sense.
Unable to match his argument at the moment, she rose from the bed in an attempt to move away.
Bose, however, would have no part of her bid to put distance between them; reaching out, he snatched Summer by the arm and pulled her down onto the mattress beside him.
Onyx-black eyes met with wide golden orbs.
“I am completely correct in my assessment and well you know it,” his bass-toned voice was a growl.
“You are conditioned to believe it is expected of you. But animals, like Antony, cannot judge you by your speech and you are completely relaxed when you speak to them. Consequently, you do not stutter.”
She sighed with reluctance, watching his lips as he spoke. “B-But I always stammer,” she said feebly. “Habit or no, I cannot help it.”
“Aye, you can and you will,” he said firmly, with quiet authority. “I do not want to hear you stumble over my name any longer. Look me in the eye, Summer. Look at me and repeat my words: Bose loves me, therefore, I will not stammer any longer in his presence.”
Her brow relaxed with the astonishment. A lovely smile creased her face, a gesture of joy and fulfillment. Her soft hands moved to his face, touching his scarred, stubbled flesh, hardly believing of the words he had uttered with such nonchalance.
“B-Bose….”
“Repeat the words, Summer.”
“B-But you said you loved me and….”
It was difficult not to become swept up in the light of adoration shining from her eyes, but Bose did his best to ignore her for the moment.
He was attempted to accomplish something this night and would not be distracted.
There would be enough time later to succumb to their emotions later.
He shushed her softly. “Say the words, Summer. Say them to me and I will not hear you falter.”
“B-But I do not want….”
He shook her gently, cleaving her plea. “Say them.”
Ever obedient, Summer forced away her joy for the moment; Bose was demanding she speak flawlessly and she struggled to complete his bidding.
“B-Bose loves me…”
“Again without the stammer. Bose loves me, therefore….”
She nodded faintly, swallowing as she labored to concentrate on his order. “Bose loves me, therefore, I w-will no….”
“Look into my eyes, Summer, not at my mouth when you speak. Look into my eyes and repeat the words flawlessly.”
Her eyes came up to his piercing black orbs, feeling the magnetism and power draw her deep.
Her body relaxed, her mind calmed as the magic of his gaze enveloped her.
Summer’s smile returned and she curled against his mighty torso, pressing close.
Gazing deeply into eyes the color of a moonless night, her gentle hand continued to toy with his cheek.
“Is that what you truly wish to hear?” she asked softly. “W-Would not you rather hear of my love for you as well?”
His gaze held even a moment before, slowly, breaking into a tender smile. “I shall spend the rest of my life hearing of your adoration. For now, I wish to hear my words repeated by your utterly delicious lips. Say them, love. Say them and mean it.”
Her smile broadened, her lids seductively heavy as her gaze raked his rugged face. “Bose loves me, therefore, I will not stammer any longer in his presence.” When he did not respond immediately to her perfect declaration, she cocked a well-shaped brow. “Was that not satisfactory?”
Bose hadn’t reacted immediately to her flawless statement because, truthfully, the seductive expression on the woman’s face had nearly drained him of his concentration and self-control.
But he had heard her nonetheless, and his gentle smile grew in intensity as he pulled her more closely against him.
“Completely, love, completely,” he said with sincere emotion. “It was not so difficult, after all.”
She continued to stroke his cheek, her smile fading. “It is not difficult when I speak to you. B-But I doubt the same will hold true when I speak to others.”
He squeezed her tightly, an encouraging demonstration of his support. “All in time, love. With practice, you will forget this nasty habit that has plagued you since childhood.”
A delicate finger traced one of the three barbaric scars bisecting his right cheekbone. “Do you believe in Fate, Bose?”
“I believe in God and the Devil. Why do you ask?”
She maintained a delicate touch upon his scars, pausing a moment before answering. “Because I believe Fate has brought you to me. Of all the knights in England, the one man w-who would understand my affliction has come into my heart and I cannot sincerely describe my joy.”
He gently touched her chin. “Not affliction, love, habit. An affliction is a disease or physical defect, such as leprosy or a missing limb. You, my fair lady, possess no such ailments. You are the most perfect creature God has ever created.”
A faint blush mottled her ears, spreading to her cheeks. “You are my f-future husband and forbidden to think otherwise.”