Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
The day seemed to last forever. As darkness fell around mid-afternoon, Ariane and Kingsley tried to take Harriet’s mind off Blade and Trello by playing cards and parlor games, but by dinner, her heart sank.
As she climbed the stairs to bed, a tear tracked down her cheek.
She prayed her brother and the man she loved were safe.
It would be dangerous to travel in the dark with the snow on the ground.
The chances of them making it home this Christmas Eve, let alone being with all the family on Christmas Day, seemed to be dashed.
She’d bid her lady's maid good night and was lying in her warm bed dreaming of Blade. She was just dozing, dreaming of his kisses when she heard footsteps on the stairs. Quite a few footsteps.
Diving for her robe she scurried to the door, and the servants were racing up and down the stairs with buckets of hot water dressed in their nightwear. “Have they returned?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Where are they?”
“Both in their rooms. They need to get out of their wet clothes.”
Blast. She could hardly openly visit Blade in his rooms. Or could she? She turned back to her bedchamber and closed the door. She would wait until the servants retired and then visit his room.
She paced. Her body singing with nerves and love and happiness.
The house was silent when she finally slipped out of her room. Even blindfolded she could find her way to Blade’s room. As she entered, her smile almost wouldn’t fit through the door. He had declared his love for her to her brother. Now he needed to admit it to her.
She stopped just inside the door, closing it quietly behind her. The room was hot as a huge fire roared in the grate, but what drew her eye and caused her body to ignite, was the large bathing tub set directly in front of the fire. Or rather, the man sitting naked within it.
She tiptoed across the room. She understood why he did not turn at her approach because when she walked around the tub to face him she saw he was asleep, snoring softly.
Exhaustion marred his handsome features, and she couldn’t help herself. She leaned over and kissed his lips. She felt his lips break into a smile as his eyes flickered open. “My beautiful mermaid.”
She drew back and cupped his chin with her hand. “More like my merman tonight.”
He drew her down for another kiss. The kiss was demanding, yet soft, and soon she could not think of anything but being in this man’s arms.
Finally, he broke the kiss on a ragged breath.
She scolded him. “I’m so happy you’re home safe. Lord Fallon was not worth risking your life over.”
He frowned. “He tried to abduct you. He almost killed you. If I hadn’t found you… I wanted to kill him.”
“Please tell me you didn’t.” At his raised eyebrow she added, “Please tell me Trello didn’t kill him either.”
“Your brother’s men have escorted him to the coast and are putting him on a ship bound for the Americas. Fallon knows if he steps foot back on English soil, he’s a dead man.”
“Well, I didn’t want him dead, but I’m pleased he is no longer in England.” She perched herself on the edge of the tub, admiring the view. “And I’m very pleased you are here in time for Christmas.”
“I too am very pleased,” Blade said with a smile that saw her limbs tremble. “I was hoping to propose to a beautiful woman and be engaged by Christmas day.”
She looked at the clock on the mantle. “It’s Christmas day already, you know.”
“Then I best get on with it. My happiness depends on the lady’s answer.” With that, he rose from the tub like Poseidon rising from the sea. She jumped away from the droplets of water and to give herself a better view of the glorious body before her.
He stepped from the tub, grabbing a towel he wrapped it around his waist, much to her disappointment, and moved to the dresser. After ruffling in the top drawer, he drew out a little silk bag, and she gasped when she saw the beautiful ruby ring hiding within.
His face was fervent as he walked back to where she stood rooted to the spot. His large hand swallowed hers as he drew her close. She could barely swallow.
“Lady Harriet Rondell, Harriet, Harry, my mermaid, would you do me the greatest honor and become my wife?”
She took a deep breath, determined to ask her question. Although she prayed for the answer she longed to hear from his lips. “And Your Grace, why is it you think I should marry you?”
His eyes welled with what looked like unshed tears. “Because I love you with all my heart and soul, and no other man will love you as much as I do. Besides, we are perfect for each other.”
Her heart bloomed with such joy she held in the scream of affirmation. He was not getting off that lightly. “And when did you realize you were in love with me?”
“When you told me I was a coward. And I was. I always knew I wanted you as my wife. I just couldn’t face the reason why in case you said no and crushed my heart again.”
“I would never crush your heart. I love you.”
“You could if you say no to my proposal. The fragile beat of my heart is in your small hand. Once you’ve had your heart broken, you lock it away in a fortress inside your chest. But that night when you challenged me in the library, I realized I hadn’t been in love.
All that had been hurt was my pride. I’d made an error in judgement.
I chose the wrong person to shower affection upon.
You are not the wrong person. In fact, you’re definitely the right person, the only person I could trust with my heart. ”
“Yes,” her words were so soft he almost didn’t hear.
“Say it again.”
“Yes. Your Grace, I will marry you. I love you so much it hurts.”
He swept her into his arms and kissed her with such passion, longing and need she knew this man truly loved her.
“Now I’m going to unwrap my Christmas present and prove how much I love you.” He carried her to the bed and lay her down as if he couldn’t believe she was his.
Blade leaned over her, surrounding himself in her scent, and he could barely take in the fact he’d undressed her.
He wanted to rip the robe and nightshirt from her body; he wanted her so much, but he took his time.
This had to be special. Harriet’s first time with him would be unforgettable, that’s if he could get his raging need to possess her under control.
He pressed little kisses to every inch of skin he revealed, and he loved the astonishment and eagerness he read on her face.
Only when she lay before him naked did he step back. He stood looking at her and in the shadow cast by the canopy he could not read her features. He noted that as he stood staring, she grew self-conscious and her hands moved to cover herself, but he reached out and stopped her.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
She took a deep breath and her nipples quivered deliciously. Her hands moved to lie flat on the bed.
She was a vision. Innocence and sin packaged and presented just for him. The perfect Christmas gift and one he would cherish forever.
In a trice he pulled the towel from his body and came down to the bed, running his hands over her silken skin, starting with her long and beautiful legs. He nuzzled her throat, nipped at her collarbone and licked the soft indentation at the base of her throat.
At first she lay stiff beneath his touch, but like an unbroken colt, his soft touch and endearments saw her relax. He stroked her hair, then ran his fingers through the untied locks, silk against his skin.
“You have beautiful hair,” he muttered, lifting a handful of the ebony silky strands and brushing it against his cheek. He took a deep breath and prayed he’d have the strength to wait. He wanted to teach her the dizzy heights of anticipation. How good it felt to be touched and to return that touch.
“You’re trembling,” she whispered.
“I want you more than my next breath, but I’m conscious that this is your first time and you deserve my patience when all I really want is to bury myself in you.”
Her face flushed with color and he balanced himself on his arms above her. She was a woman made for loving, and his desire to claim her was making him dizzy.
“The feeling is utterly mutual, I assure you,” she almost purred in his ear.
He kissed down her body, paying homage to her breasts and rosy, pink nipples. He suckled one deep into his mouth, laving it with his tongue until she squirmed beneath him.
The delightful little gasps she made saw his control balance on a knife’s edge. He kissed down her stomach and pushed her legs wider so he fitted between her thighs.
“Blade, what are you doing?”
He softly and slowly ran his hands over her stomach, circling lower and lower towards her womanhood.
He brushed her mons and she tensed. Then he brushed again, this time lingering in the task, tracing little swirling patterns over her hips, pelvic bone and then lower, and lower still, until his fingertip caressed the most sensitive part of her, gliding smoothly, finding her little hardened nub.
“Dear Lord. What…”
He looked into her flushed face and said, “Sssh, my beauty. The first time is all about giving into the passion, just let yourself experience the sensations. The second time is all about finding answers to your questions.”
“Second time,” she asked in wonder.
“I’m not letting you out of this bed until the sun rises.”
Her pupils sparkled and her lips parted on an “Oh!” of wonder and delight as he ran a finger down over her woman’s lips, which were already wet for him.
He couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Look at me, Harriet.”
Harriet couldn’t look away if she tried.
She raised herself to her elbows to see the dark hair on his head so close to her private place.
Her breath jumped in her throat. The sight was indescribably erotic, so deliciously sinful, and when his tongue licked her, she almost came off the bed.
Awareness pulsed in the tips of her breasts and between her legs where she lay.
He looked up at her as he ran his tongue over her a second time.
“You taste like my favorite dessert.”