“Stories about adventurers like you,” she said, touching his nose. “Or about places you have yet to see. Even places you’ve already been.”
“I like stories.”
“I do, too.” She stood. “Tomorrow, we’ll share some stories. I will tell you one and then it will be your turn to tell me.”
Logan liked the idea.
“Come now, to bed,” Soren said. “We have work to do on the morrow.” His son obeyed. He’d always listened to Soren, who had never understood why his mother had the issue she did with this child... save for her insistence Logan was not all English.
She refused to appreciate how strong and healthy he was. How white and straight his teeth were. Or admire his energy and ingenuity, two qualities Soren valued. Logan was going to do well in life. And if Lord Liverpool, who was rumored to have Indian blood, could rise to the highest offices in the land, then so could his son.
Soren went through the motions of preparing for bed himself. Logan watched quietly a moment, apparently content, before he slipped into sleep. His child was exhausted, as was Soren.
However, he’d become accustomed to having his wife beside him. As soon as he believed it was safe, he climbed out of his bed and made his way to Cassandra’s.
He’d hoped she’d be waiting up for him.
Instead, she slept as if she was home at last. Even when Soren put his weight on the mattress, she did not stir.
The last days of the full moon that had followed them from London streamed through her window and outlined her body. She was naked, and he silently laughed.
She’d done it to tease him, and it would have worked, if she’d been awake.
He did not have the heart to disturb her. He lifted a lock of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers.
“Thank you, my love,” he said. “And I promise you will never regret this marriage.”
For the first time since he’d silently made this promise to himself, he knew it would come true.
The first ray of dawn woke Cassandra. She was not ready to start the day. The bed had felt better than she could have imagined. She stretched as she turned over, and then saw her husband’s body beside her. He wasn’t under the sheets with her but had the counterpane over his most intimate parts.
He was very enticing in his relaxed state.
She wondered what would happen if she nibbled on his neck.
Rolling onto her belly, she carefully scooted her way toward him—
Soren rose up and leaped on her. He’d been lying in wait.
His hand over her mouth prevented her surprised cry. And then his lips on her mouth kept her busy.
He was already fully aroused. She should have noticed the change in the counterpane. It didn’t matter. She now had what she wanted.
Their coupling was good, very good...quietlygood. He turned her on her side to enter her, his thigh over her hip. She covered his hand with hers, holding him to her.
It was all so right, and just when she felt his release, when she, too, experienced that sharp shiver of completion, the door between their rooms started to open.
“Logan, wait,” Soren ordered. He grabbed the counterpane to cover them.
To his credit, the child did stop.
“I will be right there.” He gave Cassandra a hard buss. “We will have to think this through.”
“I may have an idea.”
“Will it mean you are in my bed?”
“That is where I wish to be.”
