'I'm not going to like it much either,' she interrupted. 'You might as well understand that right this minute. How long does it take? Minutes or hours?' she asked. 'I would like to try to prepare myself.'
He wasn't rubbing her backside now. He was gripping her. Hard. He looked a little startled by her question. Sara pushed her advantage. 'I have only one little favor to ask of you. Couldn't you please wait until tonight to do this thing? Since you're so determined, couldn't you at least give me a few more hours to come to terms with my fate?'
Come to terms with her fate? Nathan felt like throttling her. She acted as though she was going to an execution. Hers. He frowned even as he gave in. 'All right,' he said. 'We'll wait until tonight, but that is the only favor I'm willing to give you, Sara.'
She leaned up on tiptoes and kissed him. Her lips rubbed against him for just a fleeting instant, and when she moved back she was looking damned pleased with herself.
'What the hell was that supposed to be?'
'A kiss.'
'No, Sara,' he growled. 'This is a kiss.'
He hauled her up against his chest, tilted her face up, and slammed his mouth down on hers. He wasn't at all gentle, but in truth she didn't mind at all. She melted against him and let him have his way. After all, she thought to herself, she'd just gotten her victory, and she guessed he was entitled to one, too.
Odd, but it was the last thought she could hold. The kiss became one of blatant ownership. The intensity, the raw intimacy made her weak in the knees. She clung to her husband and let out a little whimper of sheer bliss when his tongue moved inside her mouth.
He squeezed her backside and lifted her up against his pelvis. Her hips instinctively cuddled his hardness. He pulled. She pushed.
The feeling was erotic, arousing. Nathan quit trying to subdue her when he realized he had her full cooperation. Lord, she was responsive. She was tugging on his hair even as she tried to get closer to him.
He pulled back quite suddenly, then had to hold her up until she recovered from the kiss. He was arrogantly happy over that telling fact.
And damn, he wanted her. He pushed Sara down the bed and turned to leave. He had to move the chest and chair before he could get to the door.
Sara had gathered her wits by the time he'd gotten the door open. 'In future, Nathan,' she began, grimacing over the shiver in her voice, 'I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't come into our chamber by way of the chimney. I promise I won't bolt the door again,' she added when he turned around and gave her an incredulous look.
'Come in through what?' he asked, thinking he surely hadn't heard her correctly.
'The chimney,' she explained. 'And you still didn't answer my question. Is this thing you're so determined to do going to take minutes or hours?'
Her question turned his attention, and he was no longer interested in explaining that the trapdoor wasn't a chimney. He'd explain that fact to the ignorant woman later. 'How the hell would I know how long it's going to take?' he muttered.
'Do you mean you've never done it before?'
Nathan closed his eyes. The conversation had gotten out of hand.
'Well, have you?'
'Yes.' He sounded disgusted. 'I've just never timed it before,' he snapped.
He was pulling the door shut behind him when he suddenly turned back and smiled at her.
She was amazed by the quick change in him. 'Sara?' he asked.
'Yes?'
'You aren't going to hate it.'
The door closed on that promise.
Chapter Five
Sara didn't see Nathan for the remainder of the day. She kept busy by righting the cabin and sorting through the rest of her possessions. Since she didn't have a lady's maid, she made the bed herself, dusted the furniture, and even borrowed a broom to sweep the dust from the floor. She remembered the parasol she'd left up on the deck, but when she went to fetch it she couldn't find it anywhere.
By sundown her nerves were at the breaking point. She hadn't been able to come up with any suitable plan to gain another reprieve. Sara was a little ashamed of her own cowardice. She knew that the bedding would have to happen sometime, knew that she would continue to dread it until it was over and done with, but those realizations didn't ease her fear.
When the knock sounded at her door she almost screamed. She quickly regained her composure when she realized that Nathan certainly wouldn't knock. No, he'd barge right in. The cabin belonged to him, after all, and she supposed he had the right to come in unannounced.
Matthew was waiting outside her door. She curtsied to the seaman and invited him inside. He declined her offer with a shake of his head. 'Your Aunt Nora's waiting to have a visit with you now,' he announced. 'While you're in her cabin I'll have Frost bring in the tub. The captain thought you might be wanting a bath, so he ordered us to bring fresh water. It's a treat you won't be getting too often,' he added. 'You'd best enjoy it.'
'That was very thoughtful of Nathan,' Sara returned.
'I'll be sure to tell him you thought so,' Matthew replied for lack of anything better to say. He walked by Sara's side, feeling both awkward and ridiculously shy. He blamed his condition on the fact that he wasn't used to being treated like an equal except by Nathan. He'd never had a lady curtsy to him either. There was also her enchanting smile, he admitted. His shoulders slumped forward a little. Lord, he was falling under the pretty's spell just like that ox Jimbo had.
When they reached Nora's door Matthew forced himself out of his stupor and muttered, 'Don't you tire her out, all right?'
Sara nodded, then waited for Matthew to open the door for her. He was a bit slow to catch on until she motioned to show what she wanted. She thanked him after he'd thrown the door wide, then walked inside. Matthew pulled the door closed behind her.
'Matthew had the most bewildered look on his face,' Nora called out.
'I didn't notice,' Sara admitted. She smiled at her aunt as she hurried over to the side of the bed to kiss her. Nora was propped up by a mound of fat pillows.
'I did notice what a worrier he is, though, and all on your behalf, Aunt,' Sara announced. She pulled up a chair, sat down, and brushed the crinkles out of her gown. 'I believe he's become your champion.'
'He's a handsome man, isn't he, Sara? He has a kind heart, too. His nature is very like my late husband's, though the two men are nothing alike in appearance.'
Sara held her smile. 'You're a little smitten with Matthew, aren't you, Nora?'
'Nonsense, child. I'm too old to be smitten.'
Sara let the subject go. 'Are you feeling better today?'
'Yes, dear,' Nora answered. 'And how are you feeling?'
'Fine, thank you.'
Nora shook her head. 'You don't look fine to me,' she announced. 'Sara, you're sitting on the edge of that chair, looking like you'll bolt at the first provocation. Is it Nathan worrying you?'
Sara slowly nodded. 'I was also worried about you, of course,' she confessed. 'But now that I see you, I realize you're going to be fine.'
'Don't change the topic,' Nora ordered. 'I want to talk about Nathan.'
'I don't.'
'We're going to all the same,' Nora countered. The cheer in her tone took the sting out of her remark. 'How
