Page 47 of A Second Chance for Carys
Dear God, he was losing it. He’d arrived in the room mere moments ago, and here he was, already thinking of ways to make her moan.
Which, if he were honest with himself, was exactly why he’d come.
“Good morning,” she said, looking chastened. “I meant that I’ve only ever seen you wear black in all the months I’ve been here.”
“That’s because I usually wear black.” He did, but for some reason, this morning he’d wanted to put on a tunic he hadn’t worn in years. It was his only colored one and he realized only now that he was standing in front of Carys that she wasresponsible for the urge to take it out of the chest. “Whereas you always wear spring colors.”
She glanced at herself as if she had not noticed it before. “Yes. I suppose I do.”
“You most definitely do.”
In fact, everything about her was vibrant. Today she was wearing his favorite light blue dress, the one that hugged her hips and swirled around her ankles every time she took a step. The effect could have been provocative had she not appeared so utterly unaware of the stirrings it caused in red blooded males. This was a woman at peace with her body, at the height of her beauty and confidence, not trying to rouse men’s lust and all the more appealing for it.
The embroidery basket was placed back onto the floor. Carys stood up and walked over to him, causing her dress to dance around her in the way he liked.
“It took me a long time to fall asleep last night,” she whispered once she had come to a halt in front of him. The words had his heart beating faster.
“What was wrong? Was it because of Eirwen?” Had her daughter’s heath suffered a relapse?
“No.” She placed a reassuring hand on his chest, just above where his thumping heart was. Could she feel it? Probably. “It was because of you. I cannot stop thinking about what you did to me on the beach that first day.”
He groaned, not having expected her to be so outspoken. “Carys. Don’t say things like that, or I might do it again.”
“Is that supposed to frighten me?” She made a face he found adorable. How was that possible? His groin was on fire, and yet all he could do was think her adorable? It was odd to say the least. He should find her nothing other than breath-stoppingly arousing. “Well, it doesn’t. As threats go, it is a very poor one. Doyou really think I would mind if you again did to me what you did then?”
“I think you might when I tell you it makes me want to do ithere, in the middle of the great hall.” His whole body surged at the thought of laying her on the table and feasting on her. To hell with everyone who might walk in, they would quickly understand they were not welcome and leave.
Carys sagged against him, clearly as aroused by the idea as he was. “James. Don’t say things like that.”
“Why not?” He wrapped an arm around her and drew her to him, making sure to let her feel how aroused he was. As it was all because of her,forher, it was only fair to let her know.
“Because it makes me want to push you on the floor and feast onyou.”
His heart skidded to a halt when she placed a hand over his hardness. Holy Mother of God. The woman was fearless. “Is that supposed to frighten me?” he rasped once he had found his voice again.
“I don’t know. Does it?”
“Not in the least.” Let her do whatever she wanted, feast all she wanted, however she wanted. The only concession to decency would be to take her to his room. No matter how strong his desire for her, he wouldnotrisk having one of her daughters, or both, walk in on her while she was using her mouth on a man. Having everyone see him pleasure her was one thing, allowing anyone to see her in such a compromising position quite another.
Yes. Taking her to his room was what he should do.
“I’m wearing the green tunic because of you,” he said instead.
Carys blinked, as if not understanding what he meant. He wasn’t sure he did either. And why in the name of God was he bringing this up now, when she had just hinted that she wanted to feast on him? When she was still pressing her palm against hishard length? He should have swept her into his arms and taken her up to his bed, so he could unfasten his hose and make the most of her offer before she could change her mind.
She spoke before he could. “Perhaps I should remove that green tunic.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“I do. But I don’t think I can wait another moment to have you.” He almost swallowed his tongue when she gave him a stroke, slow and deliberate, then another. Was she trying to unman him? Now was not the time to tease him so. His veins were burning, filled as they were with liquid fire. “So I’m thinking I should take you to my room.”
Bless the woman. Her room was even closer than his. It was perfect. He groaned. “Yes.”
“Master James?”
What the?—
James could have howled in frustration. Instead he directed his anger at the man standing by the door. “Go to hell!”
