a lady's maid.' Looking around, she added, 'Heavens, Lyon, this entryway is larger than your whole townhouse.'
Christina wouldn't have been surprised if she'd heard an echo. The entrance was gigantic. The floors were polished to a gleam. There was a large sitting room on the left, another of equal proportions on the right. A hallway began to the left of the circular staircase. Lyon explained that the dining room was adjacent to the sitting room, with the gardens behind. The kitchens, he added, were on the opposite side.
Their bedrooms were linked by a door. 'I'll have your clothes moved in here,' Lyon told Christina when she gave him a good frown. He motioned to his bed with a raised eyebrow and asked her if she'd like to see if it was comfortable enough.
'You look just like a rascal,' Christina laughed. 'I should like a bath, Lyon, and then I would like to see your stables. You do keep horses here, don't you?'
'But you don't like to ride,' Lyon reminded her.
'Never mind that,' Christina answered.
'Christina, if you don't think you'll be happy with Kathleen, I will assign the task of lady's maid to another.'
'Oh, Kathleen seems very capable,' Christina answered. 'I just don't want any maids.'
'Well, you're having one,' Lyon announced. 'I won't always be here to fasten your gowns, love, so quit scowling at me.'
Christina sauntered over to the windows. 'You're a bossy bit of goods, do you know that, Lyon?' she announced.
Lyon grabbed her from behind. He placed a wet kiss on the column of her throat. 'I really insist that you try the bed.'
'Now?'
Christina turned to watch Lyon walk over to the door. When he turned the lock and faced her again she could see he wasn't jesting. He gave her his most intimidating look, then motioned her over with an arrogant nod of his head.
'I'm covered with dust.'
'So am I.'
She was already breathless, and he hadn't even touched her yet.
Christina kicked off her shoes and walked over to the bed. 'Will you always be this demanding with your wife?' she asked him.
'Yes,' Lyon answered. He discarded his jacket and his shoes, then went to Christina. 'Will my wife always be this submissive?' he asked as he pulled her into his arms.
'It's the wife's duty, isn't it, to be submissive to her husband?' Christina asked.
'It is,' Lyon answered. His hands moved to the fastenings on her dress. 'Oh, yes, it definitely is.'
'Then I shall be submissive, Lyon,' Christina announced. 'When it suits me.'
'A man can't ask for more than that,' Lyon said with a grin.
Christina threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. She wasn't submissive now. Her tongue darted inside his mouth to rub against his. She knew he liked her aggressiveness. His hold tightened around her waist and he growled his pleasure.
'My love, I think I'm going to tear another gown,' he whispered.
He didn't sound overly contrite. And his wife's soft laughter told him it really didn't matter to her.
The following two weeks were as wonderful and magical to Christina as the early pages of Sir Thomas Mallory's story of Camelot. The weather accommodated her fantasy, for it only rained during the black night hours.
Christina and Lyon spent most of the sun-filled days exploring the vast wilderness surrounding his home.
She was amazed that one man could own so much land.
He was astonished that one woman could know so much about it.
Christina gave him the gift of awareness and a new appreciation for the wonders of nature.
Lyon began to realize how important her freedom was to her. She was happiest when they were outside. Her joy was contagious. Lyon found himself laughing with just as much joy as he tramped through the jungle of bushes in pursuit of his wife.
They always ended their days in front of a peaceful stream they'd chanced upon quite by accident their first day out, and usually soaked their feet in the cool water while they ate the meal the cook had thoughtfully prepared for them.
On one such afternoon, Lyon decided to tease his wife. He plucked a leaf from the nearest shrub and pretended that he was going to eat it. Christina wasn't amused. She slapped the leaf out of his hand, admonished him for his ignorance, and then explained that the leaf was poisonous and that he shouldn't be putting plants in his mouth anyway. If he was that hungry, she'd be more than happy to give him her portion of their meal.
Friday morning arrived too soon for Lyon 's liking. He had to return to London to meet with Rhone and their unknowing victims for a game of cards.
Lyon was extremely reluctant to leave his gentle little wife even for one evening.
Lyon awakened early to find his wife sound asleep on the floor again. He immediately lifted her into his arms and put her back in his bed. Her skin felt cold to him, and he used his hands and his mouth to warm her.
He was hard and throbbing when Christina finally opened her eyes. His mouth was fastened on her breast, his tongue like rough velvet as it brushed against her nipple. He began to suckle while his hands stoked the growing fire inside her.
He knew just where to touch, just how to drive her wild. His fingers slipped inside her, drawing a breathless moan from her, then withdrew to tease and torment, and then thrust inside again.
Christina wanted to touch him. ' Lyon.' She could barely get his name out. His mouth had moved to her stomach to place wet, hot kisses there while his fingers continued their magic.
She couldn't catch her breath. 'Tell me you want this,' Lyon demanded, his voice hoarse now. His head was slowly moving toward the junction of her legs. 'Tell me, Christina,' he whispered. His breath was warm against her sensitive skin. His fingers plunged deep and then withdrew to be replaced by his mouth, his tongue.
What he was doing to her made her forget to breathe. Her eyes were tightly closed and her hands clutched the sheets. The pressure grew inside her until it consumed her. Emotion swept through her like a blaze out of control.
' Lyon!'
'Do you like this, love?'
'Yes. Oh, God, yes… Lyon, I'm going to-'
'Let it happen, Christina,' he demanded in a rough, husky voice.
He wouldn't let her hold on to her control. The tension was unbearable as the fire rushed through her body.
Christina arched against him, cried out his name in a soft gasp. The splendor still captivated her when Lyon plunged inside her.
He was too greedy to hold back. His breathing was ragged against her ear.
'You like this, don't you, love?' he demanded.
'Yes, Lyon,' she whispered.
'Put your legs around me, take me…' The order ended on an intense groan. Christina had wrapped her arms and her legs around him, pulling him high inside her. Her nails raked his shoulders, her grip tight and sweet, as tight and sweet and hot as her sheath.
He grunted his satisfaction. Christina slowly moved her hips. 'Do you like that, Lyon?' she whispered as she pushed up against him again.
He couldn't answer her. But his body showed her how very much he did like it. And when he spilled his seed into her, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven.
An hour later, Lyon walked with Christina down the steps, his arm draped around her shoulders possessively.
Brown was waiting at the bottom of the steps. After announcing that the stablemaster had Lyon 's mount ready and waiting out front, the butler discreetly withdrew so that the Marquess could have another minute alone
