“Here,” he said, removing his gloves and tossing them aside. “Allow me.”
His fingers grasped the slippery fabric and pulled on it gently. The plump bow loosened and sagged as the ribbons slid smoothly apart. Reaching up, Caleb lifted the bonnet from Mary’s head and set it aside before turning to her once more. Desperate to touch her, he raised his hand to her cheek and scraped her soft skin with his thumb.
“Enchanting,” he murmured and pressed his lips to hers in a brief caress that allowed him to maintain control. “Would you like something to eat or drink?” he asked with every intention of easing her into the intimacies that would follow. This had to be perfect, so he refused to rush her.
“Honestly, I feel as though I’ve been eating and drinking all day,” she said, surprising him with her answer. “I don’t want anything else right now. Except you, Caleb. I have wanted you since the moment I saw you, so please—”
He kissed her again, with greater insistence and far less restraint. If this was what she wanted, then by God, so did he, with a desperation unlike any he’d ever known before. Hell, he was beyond ready. So he wound his arms tightly around her and crushed her to him. The sweetness of rich vanilla and chocolate still lingered on her tongue from their cake.
She moaned and he took advantage, deepening the kiss. Her hands were on his back, around his neck, in his hair, exploring and caressing with frenzied movements that made him mad for more.
“We have to slow down,” he heard himself say with a detached voice even as his fingers unfastened the long row of buttons along her spine.
“Not now,” she gasped while arching in to him, offering herself as her gown fell away. “I need you too much.”
He needed her too, her throaty murmurs and eager touch, her mouth kissing its way along his jaw. Helping him, she shoved her gown down in a flurry of movement so he could undo her stays. His cravat seemed to loosen; he felt her fingertips on his skin and then the long length of fine cotton slipping away. Her mouth sought his neck, and a ripping sound cut through the air. Christ, he’d torn her chemise. His hands clutched the translucent fabric, and for one split second he froze, unsure if this elemental behavior was the proper way to attend to his innocent wife.
But then her hands crept under his jacket to work on the fastenings of his waistcoat, and all such concern fled. After all, she seemed to be enjoying herself with equal fervor, so who was he to deny her? He drew the remnants of her chemise away from her body and spread his palm wide at the small of her back. Returning to her mouth, he kissed her again, this time with explicit imitation of what he craved. Matching his efforts, she pushed back his jacket and waistcoat in one swift movement and pulled his shirt out of his trousers.
When her hand snuck beneath to explore his skin, Caleb almost forgot himself completely. A fierce need to possess her hardened his body to the brink of pure agony, forcing him to step back for a moment and catch his breath.
“Christ, Mary.” He looked at her for the first time since taking her clothes off and shuddered with pleasure. “You are my every dream come true.” He gazed at her with abandon, deliberately lingering on the parts of her body he knew she’d soon beg him to touch.
“So are you,” she said, her voice a little rougher than usual.
He smiled with wicked intent and took off his shoes. “I’m pleased to hear that.” Straightening, he unfastened the placket of his trousers and slid the garment down over his hips as if he had all the time in the world to undress. His hose followed while Mary watched with unfeigned interest. His smalls came off last, revealing the part that seemed to have her enthralled, for she stared at it as if it possessed the power to make her the happiest woman in the world.
Satisfied with her wide-eyed response, Caleb closed the distance between them and pulled her back into his arms. It was different now. Better. Skin against skin. Her soft rounded curves against his firm contours.
“Yes,” she breathed as she arched against him, connecting with him in a way that had him lifting her onto the bad and settling her gently against the pillows. He climbed beside her, kissing and stroking until she writhed and clasped the sheets and begged for something she could not name.
Meeting her need, he gave her the pleasure she sought, savoring her body’s response to each touch. She was beautiful in every way, and Caleb told her this as he settled between her thighs and joined his body with hers, distracting her from the small discomfort with loving kisses and tender caresses.
Straining against his own instinct, he waited for her to adjust to his presence, the effort forcing a hiss of relief between his clenched teeth when she finally said she was ready to move.
Showing her what to do, he taught her the timeless rhythm that would carry them both up toward the stars. His eyes met hers in the heat of their passion, and his heart beat fast against his chest.
“You’re mine,” he said as he reached for the peak, climbing toward it with her by his side. They arrived there together in a burst of pleasure that reminded them both of the love they shared.
Cradled in Caleb's embrace, Mary stared at the ornately painted ceiling and savored the languor. Who knew a man and a woman could come together in such perfect harmony? A smile tugged at her lips. It made her wonder why anyone would be reluctant to marry when the benefit was so undeniably good.
“I am so glad I married you,” she said. Turning her head, she pressed a kiss to his chest while smoothing her hand across his stomach. A muscle flexed beneath her fingers, and his arm tightened around her shoulders.
“Me too.” He rolled onto his side and pulled his arm from under her so he could shift his weight onto his forearm and elbow. A large hand smoothed over her hip. It trailed down her thigh and to the back of her knee. “We can now do this as much as we like. Without the risk of scandal.” He raised her leg and hooked it over his waist before pulling her in for more deliberate contact.
“Which is just as well since there are eleven more positions to go.”
His eyes darkened. “I see you are keeping count.”
“How can I not when there is so much to look forward to?” She pulled his mouth to hers and allowed him to sweep her away on the second of a dozen earth-shattering experiences that night and toward countless others to come.
Epilogue
Mary saton the bench in front of her cottage and inhaled deeply. Her sight wasn't what it had once been, and unfortunately, the spectacles Caleb had bought her a few years ago no longer seemed to help. But she could still enjoy the vibrant scents from her garden: the climbing roses flanking the front door, peonies bordering the path toward the gate, a hint of honeysuckle carried on the breeze along with lavender, mint, and thyme.
She heard the cottage door open and close, then the slow, careful tread of Caleb's feet as he came toward her. “I brought your shawl,” he said and placed the soft cashmere around her shoulders. Lowering himself to the bench beside her, he took her hand in his and leaned in to kiss her wrinkled cheek.
“Can you believe it has been forty years since you knocked on the door at Clearview?” She settled her head against his shoulder and drew in his scent. It was still the same after all this time. Bergamot, sandalwood, and pine.
