Two hours later Claudia found herself in the carriage on the way to Derrick’s country estate. She had packed as quickly as she could, eager to see her new home. She’d only seen the house from a distance the day they rode, but if it was in as good shape as the stable, it would be a palace.
“We need to have a conversation about the kind of wife I expect you to be.”
Married less than two days, and she’d already done something wrong. Why else would he bring this up?
“I realize you were raised to believe that wives are supposed to behave in a certain fashion.”
“Yes. My mother taught me a lot before she died, and my father continued that education as much as he was able.”
“I want you to forget everything they told you. This is our marriage, and we’ll live it the way we choose.”
“But—”
“I know what kind of wife they instructed you to be, and that’s not what I want. Mousy, quiet, and without opinions are traits that do not suit you. You’re a passionate woman, and I expect to see that fire.” He met her gaze. “In the bedroom and out.”
“But what if we disagree about something?”
“Then we shall argue about it.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think arguing solves anything.”
“Perhaps not, but after the argument comes the making up, and that is what I’ll look forward to.” He winked at her. “Perhaps I’ll even start arguments for that very reason.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Is that a challenge?”
She shook her head. “No.”
He just sat there grinning at her.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re really quite beautiful. I hadn’t thought so at first.”
She frowned. “I’m not certain that was a compliment,” she said.
“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I always knew you were an attractive woman, but you’re more beautiful than I’d first realized.”
She knew her mouth hung open, and she tried to close it, but couldn’t. So instead she dug for something clever to say. “You no longer have to court me to gain my favor. I’m your wife. You can cease your silly compliments. Frankly, you were never very good at them.”
He cocked one eyebrow. “Indeed? I seem to recall my wretched excuse for poetry being quite effective that day in the garden.”
It had in fact been quite effective. Enough to lure her into that first kiss.
“It’s rather unfair,” he said. “The entire courting situation. Women do nothing save look pretty, and men must put forth all the effort.”
“Until there is a wedding, and then the women do the work for the rest of their lives.”
He narrowed his eyes. “That might be true. But only partially. Courting is difficult.”
“How would you know? You were only pretending to court me.” The truth of that still stung, but she hoped that joking about it would lessen the pain.
“Touché.” He placed a kiss on her hand. “I did give it my full attention. My intentions were not entirely noble, but I never intended to hurt you, and I meant everything I said to you.”
“I might be persuaded to believe that. But I will have to deliberate about it further.”
“Fair enough. In the meantime, why don’t you give it a try.”
“What?”
“Courting. Let’s see how you would do if the shoe were on the other foot. How would you lure me in, get me interested in you?”
She shrugged. “That’s a silly game.”
“But it will be fun. Or do you not think you can do it?”
Two weeks ago, she would have faltered under such a request, but she was a different woman now. Stronger, not necessarily bold, but bolder than she’d ever been in her life. Trying her hand at courting might be fun. She’d often daydreamed about the perfect courtship.
“Very well, but no laughing at me.”
“I promise.”
“I suppose I would tell you that I find you very handsome.”
He nodded. Giving her no indication as to whether that would win him over.
“In particular your eyes. Intense and haunting, eyes that keep me up at night, eyes that feel as if they can peer into my very soul. Sometimes with merely a glance you send shivers dancing across my skin.”
He folded his arms across his chest, and his face settled into an expression that very much resembled a cat who’d devoured a mouse.
“There are other aspects of your appearance that I find attractive, but one must not strictly focus on the physical attributes. I find you intelligent and respect the way you run your business. Your dedication to bringing news to those who typically cannot afford newspapers is quite noble. It is one of the reasons I accepted the position. When I saw the advertisement, I knew I must apply. I never dreamed you would hire me, but figured I stood a better chance if you and everyone else thought I was a man.”
He gave her a smile.
Her heart flipped in her chest. “Gracious, and that smile. I hate to admit how you affect me. It’s not like me to be so bold.”
“Come here.” He leaned across the carriage and pulled her across his lap. “You be as bold as you like. You affect me, too.”
He pulled her face to his and kissed her, his mouth slanting across hers in a full assault on her defenses. She opened to him and swept her tongue against his. She’d never tire of kissing him.
“I want you now,” he said.
His hands slid under her skirts, and he found her through the slit in her drawers. His finger entered her, and she released a moan into his mouth. He moved his finger within her, until she could feel the moisture between her legs. All the while, he continued his assault with his mouth. He nipped and licked, until she could no longer focus on anything but the feelings he created. Then he withdrew and began undoing his pants.
“We can’t.”
“Why not?”
“We’re in a carriage?”
“We’re married, and we can do this anytime we like. Anyplace we want. Even in a carriage. Besides, no one can see us. Trust me.” His eyes bored into her, and she realized she did. Despite his not being completely honest with her in the beginning. He’d promised they’d have a truthful marriage, and she believed him. She completely trusted him.
He finished removing enough of his clothing so that his member sprang up between them. She hadn’t seen it the night before, and now that she had, she was amazed it had fit inside her.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
She could have lied. Averted her eyes and said nothing, but he’d said he liked her to be bold. And truth be told, she liked being bold. It was exhilarating. So she swallowed her nerves, looked him right in the eyes, and answered.
“Your body.”
“What about my body?”
“I’m puzzled by how everything works. How we fit.”
“We’re a perfect fit,” he said, then he lowered her hips down until she felt the tip of him enter her. Then he stopped.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing. I want you to be in charge.”
“I can’t. I don’t know what to do.”
“Yes, you do. You simply do what feels right.”
“But what about you?”
“Whatever you do will feel good to me.”
He held eye contact while she slowly lowered herself on him. He filled her, and the discomfort was there again, but only in the background. She stayed still to let her body adjust to the invasion, all the while looking at him. It was shockingly intimate to look him in the eyes while his body was joined with her. Almost overwhelmingly so. She felt tears pull at her eyes, so she closed them and began to move.
Tentative at first, she rocked slowly, until her body hit a rhythm. She moved her hips forward, loving the feel of him buried inside her.
“Look at me, Claudia.”
She opened her eyes and met his gaze, but stopped her movement. His brown eyes had darkened several shades, appearing almost black now.
“1 wanted to watch you last night.” He picked up her hips and moved her up and down a few times. Pleasure etched his features. “I love the feel of you.”
She wanted to close her eyes again, or lean into him, so that he couldn’t see her. But she enjoyed watching him. The intensity in his eyes touched her deep inside. He was a man of great feeling; she could see that now. Perhaps he could grow to love her.
“Move, Claudia.”
She chewed on her lip.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I want to watch you.”
He reached into the bodice of her dress and cupped her breast. She arched against him and began her movement again. A slow, steady rhythm.
He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she cried out.
“That’s it. Just let go of your mind and feel. Do you like this?” He cupped her breast again.
She nodded, unable to say anything.
“I want to see your breasts.” He unbuttoned the front of her dress, and the material sagged, revealing her corset and chemise.
It took some maneuvering, but he managed to loosen the material enough so he could release her breasts from their confines.
“Beautiful.” He leaned in and brought a nipple into his mouth and suckled hard.
She bucked against him, trying to reach release. While he kissed her breast, his hand reached beneath her skirts and found the sensitive nub. He rubbed it gently, moving in a slow circle.
“You’re almost there; can you feel it?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t hold back, Claudia. Ride as hard as you like.”
She did as she was told and increased her movements. Faster and faster, harder and harder. She threw her head back and moaned loudly.
“I’m coming with you,” he said.
And just when the waves of pleasure hit her, she felt him spill into her, and he cried out her name. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as he continued to shudder.
She leaned into him. She kissed him softly on the neck and then the chin.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
“I never knew.”
He chuckled. “That you’re amazing?”
“No. That this could be pleasurable.”
“It would be quite unfair were it only pleasurable for men. Considering the women actually go through childbirth.”
She smiled. He had such a unique way of looking at things. She inhaled his scent, earthy and male mixed with the musky smell of their lovemaking.
“We’ll be at the house soon.” His voice rumbled against her. “I hope you like it.”
“I know I will.”