"You're saying you will give up whatever your dangerous profession is?" she asked, still not facing him.
"If it means I get to keep you, then, aye, gladly."
"Is the marriage license why you were away for so long?"
He flushed uncomfortably. "I had to promise the village a new church to get it," he said, hedging.
"What's changed between this morning and now?"
"I finally saw what was right before me." At last, she met his eyes. "Say you'll marry me."
She was silent for what felt like an eternity before she murmured, "Very well."
He stared down in shock, knees about to buckle with relief. "You mean...you will...tae me...in the morning?"
She nodded. "But don't make me regret it, Ethan."
"You will no'." He clasped her to his chest with shaking hands and buried his face in her hair.That's the scent I like. "I was behaving like an imbecile before."
How in the hell had he thought to jeopardize this? He felt as if he'd just dodged a bullet - and having caught several, he didn't feel this lightly.
If she knew where he'd been, it would devastate her. She would gaze up at him, her big blue eyes spilling tears, and he'd tear at his chest, clawing out his bloodied heart in offer to get her to stop.
He squeezed her harder. When the coach pulled to a stop, he waved it away, calling out, "She's stayin'." Once the coach rolled on, Ethan turned back to her with a grin, but she laid her head against his chest as if just savoring the closeness.
"I've missed you, Ethan." Her voice was so sultry that he shuddered with instant lust for her. He hadn't touched or tasted her body for three days, but it felt like a lifetime.
He leaned down to steal a kiss from her, intending only a brief contact. But as ever with her, the kiss turned explosive. Holding her as he took her mouth again and again, he leaned her back over his arm, his free hand gripping her bottom.
When she moaned into his mouth, he somehow drew back, righting them. Shaking his head hard, he yanked his hand from her backside. "Someone will see," he grated. And for once, he cared. He'd not have his wife thought badly of.
"It's market day. Everybody's in town."
So that was why the tavern had been packed. Christ, had anyone seen him? Would it get back to her?
"Have you not missed me?" she asked softly, shyly, her meaning clear.
"You canna imagine, but I can wait until after the wedding. It's what you wanted."
"Can't we...be as we were before? During those nights?"
The idea of her yearning as he did was too powerful. "Anythin'," he rasped, swooping her up in his arms. "Whatever you like." He kissed her, even as he hastened inside, then up the stairs. He nearly stumbled on the landing when she cupped his face and lapped her little tongue at his mouth.
As soon as he'd kicked the bedroom door closed behind him, they were grasping at each other's clothes between frantic kisses. Once he'd gotten her down to her shift, he shrugged out of his shirt.
She worked on his belt with both hands. "God, I want to..." She trailed off, gazing at him with her brows drawn. "Ethan, why do you have lip rouge below your navel?"
Oh, bloody hell.
"In two different shades?"
Bloody, bloody hell.
"I...It's no'..."And he was so close to telling her some fantastic lie, but for the first time in his life - when he needed to the most - he couldn't.
Not even when her eyes watered and her bottom lip trembled and she whispered, "Ethan?"
The look she gave him before running to her room made him realize his bloodied heart was too black to be offered.
Chapter 35~36
Chapter Thirty-five
"Idinnado anything!" he bellowed yet again outside Maddy's door.
Maddy had gone from the lowest low to the highest high and back down again. When she'd caught sight of Ethan riding for Carillon, racing the coach, her heart had leapt. Then seeing him in the drive, clutching that license with his brows drawn - she'd been overcome.
But now..."Just go away!"
After all the heartaches and tragedies she'd endured, she thought this one hurt the worst. Why did she keep believing in him when he'd never given her any reason to?
"Damn it, I did go to the tavern and get a room. I admit that, but I could no' do it. I told them to stop!"
"So therewere two?" she cried, suddenly needing to vomit. She'd seen the evidence but had fought against believing he'd just been with not one but two women.
"Wait, wait, now, that sounds worse than it was - "
"You took two women upstairs to a private bedroom - or perhaps it was more than two?"
"But I dinnado anything with them."
"Of course not! You stopped their kisses at just below your navel. Most men see reason and make excellent judgments when a woman's mouth is just above their groin. Especially when they're drunk!"
"I could no' do it. For Christ's sake, I'll take you to the tavern and you can ask them." His tone turned bewildered when he said, "You've bloody ruined me for other women."
Though she fought it, for some reason she did believe that hehad stopped before he'd had sex withthem . But it didn't matter. "You are not even two weeks into our relationship, and you sound proud of yourself that you weren't unfaithful? What would happen if we were married for years?"
"Do you no' think you're getting ahead of yourself?"
"Oooh, you're amazing! I wish I'd never met you. I'm an idiot! How many times will it take for me to learn that you're a hateful man?"
And now she had to wait another two days for the posting coach.
"Fine. Have it your way."
She lay down, knees to her chest, having no idea how many hours passed, and still she cried. She heard him inside his room, pacing again and again before getting in bed.
How can he sleep through this...?
She heard bitter grumbling in Gaelic, then more pacing.
"Bugger this," he muttered, then directly outside the door, he said, "I canna sleep without you."
"Learn to."
"Even had I done something - which Idinna - we're no' even bloody married yet."
Hateful."And you just ensured we never will be."
On the second night, Ethan could scarcely believe that he was pacing outside a woman's locked dooragain , asking to come in.
She'd bewitched him. Ach, he missed sleeping with her. And she had cried for hours last night, solely to agonize him, he was sure of it. To torture him for his unthinking words and actions.
She hadn't been able to see, but if one of his comments in their argument had been harsh, he'd cringed behind the door. When he fought, he fought to draw blood, and it was a hard habit to break - even though hurting her now hurthim .
He'd wanted to go to her so badly, but the way she'd looked at him before slamming the door in his face had kept him from pushing her.
Yet now...
"Enough of this, Maddy. You've punished me enough. I have a right to sleep with you."
"You forfeited any rights when you lusted for another woman. Excuse me,two women."
"I dinna lust for them."
"Of course not," she said, her tone dripping sarcasm.
"I was thinking of you, of touching you, the entire time."
"Do you have no shame?" she cried. "Youcretin !"
"Open the goddamned door."
"Never."
"Open it, or it's comin' down! You've seen me do it before."
"You wouldn't - "
He kicked at the door, almost bowing it in. He reared back to kick again, his leg shooting out...little witch...she'd opened the door -
He went hurtling into the room, skidding on the floor.
Chin up, she brushed her hands off, then stepped around him to saunter out of the room.
"Ah, damn it, lass," he called after her. "I've busted my stitches wide open."
"What?" she cried, hurrying back to him. "Let me see!"
"Ah-ha!" He snared her around the waist, dragging her down with him to his lap. "You still care for me!"
Her jaw dropped. "Unbelievable! You're cruel and twisted - "
"Then you're going to be the wife of a cruel and twisted man."
"The - hell - I - will." She balled her fists, about to pummel his chest.
"It'll hurt like the devil if you do that, but if it will get you to listen to me, then I give you free leave to it."