Her distress amused the hell out of him. “Theodosia, I am only trying to do this the way you once told me you wanted it done.” He removed the stew from the fire and rose.
Theodosia watched him remove blankets from the back of her wagon and amble toward her. Moonlight poured over him; sensuality radiated from him. Just the sight of him sent pleasure wafting through her.
She could only imagine what bliss it would be to feel him inside her.
The thought so excited her, she squeezed handfuls of the leaves scattered around her. “Roman, we must make haste. If we do not, I fear my anticipation will push me toward the fringes of insanity.”
He stopped before her. “I thought you were nervous.”
“I am feeling many emotions at this moment. Nervousness is but one of them.”
“I see.” Stifling laughter, he set about making their bed.
She knew she should help him, but could not move from her spot by the tree.
He was making their bed.Upon that pile of soft blankets, she would surrender her virginity to him.
She would become a woman in Roman’s arms.
He heard her soft moan and saw the expression of intense pleasure on her face. God, were her fantasies so real that she’d found ecstasy alone? “Hey, wait for me,” he teased. “We’re supposed to do this together, remember?”
She stood and slowly untied the front of her gown.
Roman sobered instantly. Purple violets cascaded down her lush figure as the gown slipped to the ground. He’d seen her naked before, but tonight was different.
Tonight he would know every inch of that pale and perfect body.
But contrary to her demand, he would know her slowly.
He picked up her gown and slipped it back over her head.
“Roman, what—”
“The rules,” he reminded her. “Lie down.”
She did and gazed up at him.
“Cover yourself with the blankets.”
Again, she obeyed.
“Pull your nightgown up to your waist, close your eyes, and think of anything but what I’m going to do to you.”
She started to do as he asked but stopped in mid-action. “Roman, cease this play.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Do what I told you to do, Theodosia.”
He wasn’t playing. The devastatingly sexy sound in his voice assured her of that. She pulled her nightgown up to her waist and closed her eyes.
“You wanted total darkness, you get total darkness,” Roman explained. “No matter what, keep your eyes shut.” He knelt beside her. “Do you want my breeches on or off? I can do this either way.”
His question deepened her yearning for him. “Off.”
He withdrew her arms from beneath the blankets. His thumbs caressing the back of her hands, he placed her palms upon the fastening of his breeches. “I burned my hands making the stew and can’t deal with these buttons. You’ll have to do it.”
She started to open her eyes in surprise, but in the next moment she felt Roman’s hand covering them.
“I told you to keep your eyes shut, Theodosia.”
