“I’d forgotten until this moment.”
“How could you forget?
“I had more pressing urges than pain holding my attention.”
Daisy rolled to face him as their bodies untangled. He reached for her breast, pinching her nipple. Daisy arched into the sharp, tingling pleasure and pain. She wanted to explore all these new sensations in her body with him.
He tucked her hair behind her ear. “I wish I could stay and wake up with you.”
She felt a pang of want in her heart. “I wish you could too.”
“It might physically pain me to leave this bed, with you sprawled naked in it.”
“You don’t have to leave yet.”
“You need rest.”
“We both need rest.”
He smiled and hesitantly pushed himself up. Daisy frowned. “Where are you going?”
Sam slid from the bed, his taut rear a fascinating distraction as he strolled away from her.
“We need to clean you up before you fall asleep.”
Her lethargy from earlier was swiftly returning. She glanced at the clock, and it was a quarter past midnight. Time had disappeared when she was in his arms. He dipped a towel in the wash basin and returned to her. Daisy bit her lip and blushed as he wiped between her legs and there was a little blood, but not the gruesome amount she expected. He wiped her belly and then his, and then last, his cock, still hard. The sight of him running the cloth up and down his length made her body twinge with need again, but it was a small twinge. She could still feel the stretch and fullness of him filling her like a phantom pain. A gentle throb now.
“If you keep watching me like that, I won’t be able to leave this room.”
Daisy smiled wickedly. All thoughts of propriety and a proper wedding were quickly losing their shine at the thought of him leaving her, sleeping apart from her. Who knew when they’d have this much alone time again? There wouldn’t be much after her parents returned and she had to go back to her own home.
Daisy yawned. Sam brought her a nightgown and helped her dress, then he put on his clothing. He had no compunction about being naked in front of her and Daisy had no reservations about greedily ogling his body.
He pulled back the coverlet.
“Stay a little while?” Daisy begged.
“Until you’re asleep,” he promised.
He slipped into bed beside her, and she nestled into his side, his wounded side. “Is this all right?”
“It’s perfect, Daisy.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
The next morning,Mr. Chase delivered the summons himself just after breakfast.
The weather was abysmal, which Sam hadn’t minded. Nothing so minor could ruin his mood after last night. He’d stared at Daisy over the breakfast table, unheeded by Blakewood and Amelia who were still abed. Sam didn’t want to guess why, but he did appreciate the fantasy of him and Daisy skipping breakfast quite frequently in the coming future. That was the sort of husband and wife they would be. Insatiable. He could barely stand the length of table and cloth that separated them now. She could eat just as well from his lap while he nibbled on her ear.
But as soon as Chase entered the dining room—unannounced—as if he bloody lived there, Sam’s mood soured.
“Would you rather be in suspense? I thought you’d be happy to return to the Den and hear the verdict so soon.” His gaze wandered over Daisy as she took a bite of toast and Sam wanted to growl at him.
His. She washis.
“If you want to keep your eyeballs, take them off her,” he said.
Chase turned to him and grinned. “Jealous and possessive, are you?”
