"Do you want to?"
She looked down at the bed, then up at Royce, then back to the bed again. A frown marred her brow. Royce thought she acted as though he'd just asked her to solve all the problems of the world.
"I don't believe I want to get into bed just yet," she finally answered.
"Then don't."
She turned to frown at him. "Why are you being so agreeable?"
He grinned. "I was told I could catch more vermin with sweet than with sour."
"Who would say such a ridiculous thing?"
"You said it," he answered. "Last night."
He had such an adorable smile that a little of her fear eased away. "I was sotted," she answered. She threaded her fingers through her hair and tried to concentrate on the conversation. "I'm ashamed of my behavior. I promise you it won't happen again. You did notice I drank only water with my supper tonight didn't you?"
He laughed. "I'm noticing you don't sound at all contrite," he drawled out. "That's what I'm noticing."
She smiled. She was starting to relax, for Royce didn't seem to be in any particular hurry to bed her. Perhaps he knew she was a bit nervous and was deliberately giving her time to rid herself of her fear.
That possibility made the rest of her fears vanish. She walked over to stand in front of him. The fact that he towered over her didn't seem to bother her now. His bare chest bothered her, though. Lord, he was a handsome devil. A warm knot settled in her stomach. His skin was bronzed, and he was powerfully built. His upper arms were sleek with roped muscles, and his chest was magnificent. A sprinkling of dark curly hair covered most of his chest, then tapered into a narrow line that disappeared below the waistband of his pants. She felt a little breathless just looking at him. It was a foolish reaction, she told herself, because she'd seen him without his tunic several times now.
Still, he hadn't been thinking about bedding her then. He was now.
Nicholaa noticed a long, thin scar running down the center of his chest. She touched the mark near the top, then followed the line with her fingertips. The muscles in his stomach contracted when her fingers touched him there.
"This blow should have killed you," she whispered. "You've led a charmed life, Royce, to have suffered so many injuries and still survived."
He was having difficulty concentrating on what she was saying to him. Her fingers were rubbing circles on his stomach. The feathery caress made his heartbeat quicken.
She liked touching him. The heat from his skin surprised her. He was hard all over, yet warm, too. His body reflected his spirit, she decided. Royce was ruthless in battle, but he was being gentle with her. Yes, the warrior's body protected a kind heart.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him.
He put his arms around her and pulled her even closer, her cheek resting against his chest. "Royce? Will you explain what's going to happen?"
The shyness in her voice made him smile. He kissed the top of her head. He wanted her mouth. "No."
She leaned back so she could look into his eyes. "You aren't going to tell me?"
He put his hand under her chin so she couldn't hide her face from him, then slowly leaned down. When he was just a breath away from her mouth he said, "I'll show you instead, Nicholaa."
She didn't have time to wonder if that was a good idea. Royce caught her full attention when his mouth settled on hers. The kiss wasn't at all gentle. Nay, it was hot, wet, and blatantly possessive. He used his thumb to force her mouth to open wider for him, and then his tongue swept inside.
God, she tasted good. He couldn't get enough of her. His hands stroked her back, then moved lower until he was cupping her backside. He lifted her up and pulled her tight against his arousal.
Nicholaa tried to move away when she felt his hardness against her, but Royce wouldn't let her. He tightened his hold. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, until her resistance was forgotten and she was passionately kissing him back.
The sound of their breathing-his raspy, hers shallow-mingled with the pounding of their hearts.
He kept up the gentle attack for long minutes. He was determined to go easy, to savor each and every caress. When Nicholaa was ready for deeper intimacy, she would let him know.
Royce's legs were braced apart, and he continued to lean back against the mantel as he casually ravaged his wife's sweet mouth. It didn't take him long to rid her of her shyness. She began to caress his arms, his shoulders, his back. Then she moved restlessly against him. She cuddled his hardness between her hips and pressed against him. When she began to move back and forth, deliberately rubbing against him, his composure vanished. He held her backside and made her stop the torment. It was too soon for him to lose control, he reminded himself, but if his innocent wife didn't stop her sweet torture, he might forget his vow to go slowly.
His hands stroked her shoulders, then brushed the sides of her breasts. She shivered with pleasure and reached up to put her arms around his neck. It wasn't long before she was clinging to him. He finally tore his mouth away from her, then began to nibble on the side of her neck. Her head fell to one side to give him better access. His teeth tugged on her earlobe. She let out a ragged moan.
Lord, how she pleased him. He'd never taken this much time to woo a woman before, but then, he'd never taken a virgin to his bed, either. Nicholaa was his wife, and he was determined to make this first union perfect for her. Her own uninhibited response to his touch made him feel as though it was his first time, too. His hands shook, and the ache in his groin had become painful.
"Nicholaa, take your nightgown off."
He had to pull her arms away from his neck before she could obey him. She bowed her head, turned, and slowly walked over to the side of the bed. She was a little surprised her legs would support her. His kisses had left her feeling weak, light-headed. Her heart pounded a thundering beat when she pulled her gown up over her head. She hurriedly tossed the garment on the foot of the bed, lifted the covers, got under them.
Royce stripped off the rest of his garments, his gaze on Nicholaa all the while. She was still nervous. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she wouldn't look at him. His nudity obviously embarrassed her. He smiled at his wife's innocence while he snuffed out the candle flame. A soft glow from the hearth cast a golden light over Nicholaa's face. Nothing else was visible to him, because she'd pulled the covers up to her chin.
He went to her side of the bed and pulled the covers aside. He didn't give her time to shield herself or move away from him. He came down on top of her, bracing his arms on either side of her shoulders so his weight wouldn't crush her.
The contact of his body against hers almost shattered his control. It was the most wonderful feeling he'd ever experienced. She was so soft all over. He suddenly wanted to touch her everywhere. His heart started slamming inside his chest, and he had to take a deep breath to try to regain his discipline.
The initial touch of his body against hers overwhelmed her. He was so hard, so hot, so big all over. He seemed to swallow her up. When he forced her thighs apart with his knee and settled himself between her legs, his hardness pressed against her pelvis, she went completely rigid.
The time had finally come, she realized. She braced herself for the pain she'd heard so much about. She took a ragged breath and tried to prepare herself for his invasion.
Royce kissed her forehead, then looked down at her. He waited for her to open her eyes. Then he grinned at her. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
Lord, he sounded pleased with himself. He looked happy, too. Royce didn't act at all like a man crazed with lust, either. When that realization settled in her mind, she began to relax. "It feels strange to me," she admitted.
She rubbed her toes against his legs. His crisp hair tickled her. The differences between their bodies amazed her. The heat from his chest against her breasts made her nipples ache in an odd, heavy way. His arousal, nestled intimately against the juncture of her thighs, made that heavy, warm feeling permeate her stomach and pelvis, too. It felt good to her, and yet she ached at the same time. The feeling was as confusing to her as her sudden awareness that Royce didn't seem to be at all affected by their closeness.