Page 83 of The Scot

“Why?”

She had not waited for two days to act coy. Roysa wanted to know what Terric was thinking, and this might be her only opportunity to ask him. She wasn’t about to waste it.

“Only one woman will touch me.”

She dipped the cloth back into the water, took it out and squeezed. Somehow, her hands remained steady.

“Only one woman will know the intimacy of this chamber. Of my bedchamber in Bradon Moor.”

Scotland.

“I will know one woman this night, and every remaining night of my life.”

Her heart skipped a beat as Terric stopped her ministrations, covering her hand with his.

“There is only one woman I would court . . . until we have sufficient time to wed.”

She moved her hand once again, wanting to feel every ridge of his chest.

“I’m not sure I want to be courted.”

Terric’s eyes narrowed.

“I do believe I would like to be bedded instead,” she said boldly.

“Oh love, I will bed you. Mayhap just once this night, for if I don’t get some sleep, my men are as likely to kill me as they are to follow me.”

She blushed.

“But know this, Lady Roysa. Once will be enough. Of that you can be sure.”