7
Adam was awake before the sun, and he held his wife in his arms for a long while. He was bemused as much as disappointed that he had not been able to bed her. Last night, when he’d found her in her bath wearing nothing but her coronet, he’d been overwhelmed with his desire. But the fear and surprise in her eyes had given him some measure of control. He was determined to protect her, shelter her, even from himself.
He had tucked her into bed, but he hadn’t expected her to ask him to stay. As muddled as she was by the wine, which she’d clearly had too much of, she still wanted him to stay with her. It had been years since he’d had a mistress. Ever since John’s death, he had done his best to keep intimate relationships out of his life. Now he had a wife, and it felt quite splendid to have
