pewter mirror stood in one corner, along with a basin and pitcher of water.
He took her down a private flight of stairs to a private bathing room. It was easier to have the tub on the main floor so that he or his staff could haul the water outside to drain.
Logs in the fireplace crackled softly. He walked to the cauldrons of steaming water hanging above the fire, lifted one and carried it to the claw-footed porcelain tub. He added its contents to the fresh cool water already there, prepared by his staff.
“You’ll find everything you need here. Soaps, lotions, towels.”
“It’s the most incredible bathtub I’ve seen in a very long while.”
When Cassandra turned to face him, the train of her wedding gown snagged on his cowboy boots. Her pretty blond braid nestled against her breast. Her eyes, as clear a blue as the sky in June, looked at him directly. Lord, she did wonders to his equilibrium when she gazed so boldly at him. Her nearness aroused him. All he wanted was to see her out of those stays and laces and whatever else she was wearing underneath that feminine cover, and to see her golden skin beneath him in bed.
“Take your time. But if you wait too long, I’ll come looking for you.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Fair warning,” he replied with humor.
Her full lips softened.
He set the candle on the side of the tub and went up the stairs to the bedroom to retrieve her suitcase.
While he was there, he thought he should light a lantern for the bedroom, and another to provide her more light in the bath. He slid out of his boots, removed his formal jacket, tugged off his cravat and lifted the luggage and lantern. Quietly, in sock feet, he headed back down the stairs to the bathing room.
He hadn’t meant to startle her.
In his own state of pleasant shock, he stumbled upon her undressing.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean... I thought I’d bring you these....”
She was completely naked, with her luscious back turned toward him. Candlelight rippled over the beautiful curve of her spine, down the golden swell of her buttocks, and shimmered along the smooth length of her legs.
Dismayed by his sudden presence, she clutched her wedding gown to her front and whirled around, concealing herself. “Jack.” Her mouth puckered in dismay.
“More light,” he murmured in explanation, indicating that he’d brought the lantern. “And your clothes.” He set them down nearby, but couldn’t get his eyes off her beauty.
Her blond braid hung loosely over her bare shoulder. The soft curve of her collarbones swelled with every breath she took. She pressed the lace of her gown over her bosom and he couldn’t help but wonder how she might look if that dropped lower....
“Would you like me to leave?” he asked, restraining himself by every means he knew, but barely finding it possible due to the roaring of his blood.
Soft orange light glimmered over her cheeks. Every muscle in his body contracted, waiting for her answer.
“No,” she finally answered, and dropped her gown.
He was hypnotized as if by some magical trance. His eyes slowly raked over her body, starting with the lovely line of her throat, to the luscious swell of her jutting breasts and pointed pink nipples.
Her rib cage was remarkably slender, curving down to a flattened waist. His gaze hungrily sought the lower curves, following the rise of her belly to the triangle of blond curls, and her long, firm thighs.
Her voice was provocative. “Would you like to slip into the water with me, Jack?”
Chapter Five
C assandra dipped her foot into the steamy liquid, loving the sensation of heat over her toes, then calves, then hips and breasts, then full nakedness. She felt more secure about herself beneath a layer of water; she was unaccustomed to any man gazing at her fully exposed, even if he was her husband.
It was her turn to gaze at Jack as he undressed.
Revealed by the lamplight, his expression was at first disquieted, as though he was unsure what to
He took her down a private flight of stairs to a private bathing room. It was easier to have the tub on the main floor so that he or his staff could haul the water outside to drain.
Logs in the fireplace crackled softly. He walked to the cauldrons of steaming water hanging above the fire, lifted one and carried it to the claw-footed porcelain tub. He added its contents to the fresh cool water already there, prepared by his staff.
“You’ll find everything you need here. Soaps, lotions, towels.”
“It’s the most incredible bathtub I’ve seen in a very long while.”
When Cassandra turned to face him, the train of her wedding gown snagged on his cowboy boots. Her pretty blond braid nestled against her breast. Her eyes, as clear a blue as the sky in June, looked at him directly. Lord, she did wonders to his equilibrium when she gazed so boldly at him. Her nearness aroused him. All he wanted was to see her out of those stays and laces and whatever else she was wearing underneath that feminine cover, and to see her golden skin beneath him in bed.
“Take your time. But if you wait too long, I’ll come looking for you.”
She raised her eyebrows.
“Fair warning,” he replied with humor.
Her full lips softened.
He set the candle on the side of the tub and went up the stairs to the bedroom to retrieve her suitcase.
While he was there, he thought he should light a lantern for the bedroom, and another to provide her more light in the bath. He slid out of his boots, removed his formal jacket, tugged off his cravat and lifted the luggage and lantern. Quietly, in sock feet, he headed back down the stairs to the bathing room.
He hadn’t meant to startle her.
In his own state of pleasant shock, he stumbled upon her undressing.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean... I thought I’d bring you these....”
She was completely naked, with her luscious back turned toward him. Candlelight rippled over the beautiful curve of her spine, down the golden swell of her buttocks, and shimmered along the smooth length of her legs.
Dismayed by his sudden presence, she clutched her wedding gown to her front and whirled around, concealing herself. “Jack.” Her mouth puckered in dismay.
“More light,” he murmured in explanation, indicating that he’d brought the lantern. “And your clothes.” He set them down nearby, but couldn’t get his eyes off her beauty.
Her blond braid hung loosely over her bare shoulder. The soft curve of her collarbones swelled with every breath she took. She pressed the lace of her gown over her bosom and he couldn’t help but wonder how she might look if that dropped lower....
“Would you like me to leave?” he asked, restraining himself by every means he knew, but barely finding it possible due to the roaring of his blood.
Soft orange light glimmered over her cheeks. Every muscle in his body contracted, waiting for her answer.
“No,” she finally answered, and dropped her gown.
He was hypnotized as if by some magical trance. His eyes slowly raked over her body, starting with the lovely line of her throat, to the luscious swell of her jutting breasts and pointed pink nipples.
Her rib cage was remarkably slender, curving down to a flattened waist. His gaze hungrily sought the lower curves, following the rise of her belly to the triangle of blond curls, and her long, firm thighs.
Her voice was provocative. “Would you like to slip into the water with me, Jack?”
Chapter Five
C assandra dipped her foot into the steamy liquid, loving the sensation of heat over her toes, then calves, then hips and breasts, then full nakedness. She felt more secure about herself beneath a layer of water; she was unaccustomed to any man gazing at her fully exposed, even if he was her husband.
It was her turn to gaze at Jack as he undressed.
Revealed by the lamplight, his expression was at first disquieted, as though he was unsure what to
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