“I wish to stay here,” she said, waving her arm as if to encompass the fairies she was sure were peaking from the flowery shrubs.
Before she could step away, Nicholas grabbed hold of her, hefting her up in his arms. He started toward the house.
She rested her head against his chest. “I can hear your heart. It beats in rhythm with mine.”
“Does it?”
“Your voice rumbles delightfully. If you are taking me back to my bedchamber, I am quite able to walk, thank you.”
“You promise to go to bed?”
“Nicholas.” Carrie leaned against him, her face raised, her beautiful brown eyes searching his. “You have a very nice name. Did you know that?”
“I’m glad you like it.” He continued across the grass, aware of her fragrant body, warm against his.
“Put me down. I am quite sober now. Thanks to you.”
He set her back on her feet, and when she stumbled, he grabbed hold of her hand. “Let’s hope everyone is still asleep.”
He led Carrie across the floor and up the stairs.
Carrie tossed her auburn locks back over her shoulders and gazed up at him. “I have yet to see your bedchamber, Nicholas, please show it to me.”
“Ah, Carrie,” he murmured. “I am only human.”
“The lady you ate supper with at the ball was beautiful. Are you in love with her?” Her voice echoed down the hallway.
Nicholas hushed her. Fortunately, the staff had retired for the evening; still, they remained in danger of being overheard. “We can’t talk here.”
“I’d like to know. She might become your wife. Does she like children?”
Nicholas groaned. Hefting her up again because her voice carried as she dawdled along, he carried her swiftly to his bedchamber, which was a few steps away, and shut the door.
He wasn’t sure what he would do or say, but suspected he’d lost his mind. Still unsure of his actions, he locked the door, although he’d told his valet to retire for the evening.
Nicholas turned to gaze at her, delighting in the sight of her, here in his bedchamber. An enchanted night on which he could almost visualize the fairies nodding their approval. Madness. But divine madness all the same. He folded his arms and remained at the door, watching Carrie as she wandered around the room.
***
“Oh. So this is your bedchamber, Nicholas.” Carrie felt his gaze on her. “It’s quite pleasant. For a gentleman.” Two silver candelabra on the bureau cast light and shadow over heavy mahogany furniture, somber green bed furnishings with gold tassels, and walls papered in a design of dark green and gold. They were of the finest quality, but somber. A wife would certainly redecorate it, but then, he might seldom use it…
Carrie flushed at her bold thoughts and climbed the steps to perch on the enormous bed, taking hold of one of the intricately carved oak posts. He remained where he was, silently contemplating her.
Her heart thumped hard against her ribs. Nicholas looked at her in a way she’d never encountered. Men had flirted and flattered her, but this was raw desire as a man looks at a woman he wants. Her breath shortened, and her stomach clenched low down. She wanted him so much. Her body demanded something she wasn’t sure of. Did he love her? Really love her? Shemustknow. “Why don’t you come over here?”
“When you agree to go to bed, I shall escort you there.” From a chair, he picked up his midnight blue dressing gown embellished with golden dragons and gold fastenings and shrugged it on.
“That is very handsome.” She wondered why he needed it. Didn’t people take clothes off when making love?
So, Nicholas wouldn’t make love to her.
“I see any sensible conversation is beyond us tonight. I shall take you back.” Nicholas walked over to her. He tied the banyan sash around her waist and looped it up to make it shorter. She stared down at his bent, dark head. Her fingers curled. She longed to stroke his hair. How silky it looked in the candlelight. A lock had fallen over his forehead. He pushed it back as he concentrated on rolling up the long sleeves of the banyan again, which was a foot too long for her arms. Apparently satisfied, he held out his hand to her.
She ignored it. “You want me to go, Nicholas?” she asked in a breathy voice.
“I brought you here to talk to you. But I realize the futility of it.”
“Talk? What about?” she said crossly. She really didn’t have a shred of pride left.
