Page 18 of Colorado Bride
“Yes?”
“Look at me, please.”
She slowly turned, her brown-eyed gaze meeting his blue-eyed one.
“All right, I’m looking.”
“Are you afraid of tonight?Being our wedding night and all, are you frightened of me?”
“No.I’m not afraid of you.I’m nervous about…well…you know…making love.”
She could just as easily have crawled under the seat as admit what she was thinking about, but she knew this was too important to give in to her fear.
His smile was easy and real.
“I will do my best to prepare you.I don’t want to cause you pain, though if truth be told, some pain happens the first time and I can’t take that away, but I can hopefully lesson it with preparation.”
The heat rose to points in her cheeks and she knew she blushed.
“Thank you.I’m woefully ignorant.Our kiss at the wedding…that was my first kiss and it was amazing.If that is what I can expect from all our kisses I’ll be swooning all the time.”
Ben threw back his head and roared with laughter.
“Can I always expect you to be so forthcoming?I think we’ll have a very entertaining marriage.”
Emily thought about this for a moment.
“You mean you’ll always be laughing at me for something I said that I shouldn’t have?”
He stopped chuckling.
“Emily.There is nothing that you shouldn’t say, not to me.I’m your husband and I will always protect you.I will attempt to never hurt you for any reason or in any way.Do you trust me?”
She wrung her hands in her lap.
“To be honest, I don’t know you well enough to trust you, but you are my husband and for some odd reason, I do.”
He patted her knee.
“Good.I won’t let you down.”
“So tell me about your family.”
“Well…” He cleared his throat.“There is my mother, my sister, her husband and their two children.The kids, three-year-old Jenny and six-month-old Henry are the best.I have to admit, I adore them.I’m their favorite uncle.”
“You have brothers?”
He grinned.“No, I’m also their only uncle.Their father has three sisters, no brothers.”
“Tell me what I should know about them.Starting with your mother, who I believe lives with us.”
He rubbed his hand behind his neck.
“I might as well get this out.My mother is a witch.She’s very difficult and is of the belief that I should go chasing after the girl who left me at the altar and beg her to marry me.”
“What?Why would she do that?Regardless, you can’t very well do that anymore, can you?”
He chuckled.
