A Radical Arrangement (22 page)

They were welcomed by the housekeeper and their personal servants, who had come ahead in another coach with their luggage. Cates had hot water and towels ready in his dressing room, and Nathaniel supposed Violet’s maid Renshaw did in hers. He washed off the grit of the journey and went back downstairs to await his bride.

As he’d ordered, a light supper was laid out in the main parlor, with champagne and a bowl of strawberries. The food was plain, so that there was no need for attendants. A small fire burned in the hearth, more for coziness than warmth on this mild June night. Nathaniel had tried to anticipate every awkwardness associated with the new intimacy of marriage, and ease it. Although, after Violet’s frank gaze this morning—had it really been this same day that she opened his bedchamber door?—he wondered if he had been too scrupulous.

On that thought, Violet appeared in the doorway. She had changed into a gown he had never seen before. He knew this because it was so unlike her usual pale raiment. Its sweep of deep rose silk whispered and clung along the length of her body. Its neckline dipped in a way that insisted he notice the soft curves of her bosom. Her cheeks had more color; her gray eyes sparkled. Altogether, she was more alluring and vibrant than the young woman he thought he knew so well. More and more interesting, he thought. “Would you care for champagne?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

He opened the bottle and filled a slender crystal goblet. Smiling at him, she drank it down and held it out for more. He’d never seen her indulge in more than one glass of wine, and he wondered if she was bolstering her courage. “A bit of chicken?” he offered, to reassure her that she would not be hurried. “Or strawberries?” He found his gaze following the tantalizing line of her bodice, and forced it upward.

“Strawberries,” replied Violet. She walked over to the table and dropped three of the tiny fruits, one by one, into her glass. “People do that, don’t they? Put strawberries in champagne?” She tilted the goblet, caught one of the berries with the tip of her tongue, and ate it.

Momentarily, Nathaniel was transfixed. “I…believe they do.”

“Do you want some?” She picked up another strawberry and held it out like a challenge.

Nathaniel moved two steps closer, grasped her extended wrist, and took the fruit with his lips. He saw as well as heard Violet’s indrawn breath. The dip of that neckline made it thoroughly visible. For one hopeful moment, he thought it was going to slip and reveal more of what he so wished to see. But of course it didn’t. They made gowns that way, somehow. So that they teased. Once again, he pulled his eyes away. Noting a tiny tremor in her hand, he let go.

“Do you…do you want another?” she breathed.

Meeting her wide gaze, he nodded. Violet picked up a strawberry and fed it to him. As the sweet taste burst in his mouth, he took one and offered it. Violet’s lips parted. He ran the berry slowly along her lower lip, leaving a crimson trail of juice, before popping it into her mouth. Violet didn’t move. He bent nearer. When she showed no signs of withdrawing, he leaned in and licked the stain away.

She shivered. And then she set her champagne down with a sharp click, made a kind of lunge and crushed her lips to his. Nathaniel’s arms slid automatically around her as they swayed with her onslaught. He pulled her close even as he eased the kiss into something softer and slower. His new wife’s inexpert enthusiasm made him want to smile, even as desire spiked in him at the feel of her under his hands. He let the kiss go on. And on.

“Oh,” said Violet when they parted at last. “Oh, that was nothing like when we kissed before.”

There had shared a very few decorous embraces, when they could snatch a moment away from her chaperones. “It’s helpful not to feel that your grandmother is just around the corner waiting to pounce,” Nathaniel pointed out.

“Yes.” Violet laughed. It sounded a little wild. She laced her arms around his neck. “She can’t do that anymore. Ever. Will you kiss me again?”

“With pleasure, Lady Hightower.” And he did. This time he let his hand drift up to that tantalizing bodice. And when her breath caught, he pushed the small sleeve of her gown down her shoulder in order to touch her more directly.

“Keep doing that,” she demanded when the kiss at last melted away.

“This?” As his fingertips teased, his body strained with arousal.

“Yes!”

“I’d be delighted to do so. But we should go upstairs before we…make a spectacle of ourselves before the servants.” He drew her toward the door of the room.

Violet blinked, her gray eyes going from blurred and dreamy to sharply aware. “Upstairs. Yes. I’ll go. You can come in ten minutes.”

“Ten…?” No part of Nathaniel wanted to wait even three.

“I have a plan.”

“A…plan?”

“Ten minutes,” Violet repeated and rushed out. Nathaniel was left startled, perplexed, and almost too taut with desire to acknowledge a thread of amusement. But he obeyed his bride’s commands, and waited.

When he entered her bedchamber at the appointed time, he discovered Violet standing in the center of the room, illuminated by three large branches of candles. She wore a nightdress of whisper thin gauze. The candlelight shone right through it. It fastened with ribbons at the shoulders in the same shade of deep blue. His fingers itched to untie those bows.

“I bought it secretly,” she said.

He thought her voice trembled just slightly. He reminded himself to go slowly, even though desire was beating in him like hammer on anvil.

“Most of my bride clothes are dreadful, because Grandmother insisted…like all those…those sacks of ruffles she’s made me wear.”

Nathaniel’s mind grappled with the phrase “sacks of ruffles” and came up blank.

“But I managed to get a few things.” Violet took hold of the ends of the ribbons and pulled. The bows unraveled. The nightgown slithered softly to the floor. “I saw you naked this morning,” Violet said. “Turnabout, fair play.”

Nathaniel scarcely heard. He was dimly aware that he had gasped. He’d thought of Violet as suitable and intelligent and perfectly pleasant to look at. How could he have failed to notice that she had a glorious body? The curve of breast that her dress had revealed was only the beginning. She also possessed a narrow waist, a beautiful flare of hip, long lovely legs.

“You look as if you someone had hit you over the head,” she said. Violet hid a quaver of nerves. Nathaniel’s eyes looked as if they might burst into flame. The astonishing sensations she’d experienced downstairs receded a bit as inner voices scolded her for being inexcusably brazen. She looked down. “Isn’t it…? Aren’t I…?”

“You are exquisite,” her new husband said.

She let out her breath. This was most satisfactory. She reminded herself that she had prepared for this moment. What she’d had to go through just to get the nightgown…! “I’ve heard the first time is likely to be…difficult.” Indeed, two of her married friends had seemed to relish sharing harrowing tales of their wedding nights. “I…I expect to benefit from your expertise.”

Nathaniel blinked. Some of the—slightly intimidating—fire went out of his gaze. “My…?”

“You’ve had plenty of time to learn all about it,” Violet pointed out. “And society positively…encourages you to do so.”

“It?”

Was he smiling? Was she making a fool of herself? Marianne had said the best thing was to keep quiet and endure what was soon over, but Jane had sworn there could be much more. And when Nathaniel had touched her downstairs, Violet had realized she must be right. “You know what I mean,” she said.

“Because of my expertise.”

Part of Violet wanted to snatch up the nightgown and shield her nakedness. But another stubborn part made her stand taller and say, “Yes. And if you are laughing at me, I swear I will…”

“I am not laughing at you.”

“Prove it!”

“How can I do that? I fear you must take my word…”

His voice was like warm honey. It made her knees feel wobbly. “You can… You can take off your clothes too,” she heard herself say.

“A capital idea,” Nathaniel replied, already pulling his coat from his wide shoulders.

Violet watched as he threw the garment over an armchair. His neckcloth followed, revealing the strong column of his throat. He sat briefly to pull off his boots, then rose and began to unbutton his shirt. “Perhaps you would like to help me with these?”

“What?” Violet’s mouth felt dry. She swallowed.

“Buttons. Pesky things.” He beckoned.

Feeling as if a taut string was pulling her, Violet moved toward him. When she was close he caught one of her hands and placed it on…a button.

Briefly, she fumbled. Then she used both hands to undo it, and the next, and so on down his chest. Nathaniel’s breath caught when her fingers brushed the hard muscles of his stomach. So she did it again, experimentally, as she pushed the shirt off. He grasped her upper arms and pulled her into another amazing kiss. Her bare skin burned against his.

And then he let her go. Violet stared up at him, bereft. But he paused only to skim out of the rest of his clothes, pick her up and lay her on the large four-poster bed. “Alas, no wolf skin,” he murmured in her ear as he joined her.

Violet was surprised by a gurgle of laughter. She was also aware of a—rather large—change in his body from what she’d seen this morning. “Is it time?”

Nathaniel smiled down at her. Heat simmered in his blue eyes again, but also, she thought, great kindness. How odd. “Time for me to demonstrate my ‘expertise,’” he replied, and set his lips and fingers roving over her. They teased and caressed and coaxed until Violet thought she would drown in the shivers of sensation coursing through her. And then his attention centered in the tightest, most insistent spot, and she did. She was swept away entirely on a breaking wave of pleasure.

“So, you see how it can be,” he murmured as he held her through it. “But now, I fear I cannot wait any longer.”

There was some pain, but Violet didn’t care. She’d seen how it could—would—be.

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