Chapter 594

Rosalind couldn't comprehend his words at all.

She was still a maiden, for heaven's sake!

Her small fist clenched instinctively, landing a weak punch against Everett's broad chest. "You're absolutely terrible!"

Everett caught her delicate hand effortlessly, his lips descending upon hers without warning. The sudden kiss left Rosalind dizzy, her thoughts scattering like autumn leaves. "Didn't the cold shower help at all?"

The intensity in Everett's gaze burned like molten silver, predatory and possessive. "I need you. May I?"

His blunt request stunned her into silence.

Rosalind felt heat flood her cheeks as she nibbled her lower lip, giving the tiniest nod. "Alright."

Just as Everett leaned in again, she placed trembling fingers against his lips.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What's wrong?"

She hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Could we... move to the bed? I'm nervous. This is... my first."

The admission hung between them. Without another word, Everett swept her into his arms, carrying her to the plush four-poster bed.

Sensing her tension, he gently entwined their fingers. "Tell me if it's too much. Truth be told, I'm inexperienced too. This is my first time as well."

Rosalind's eyes sparkled at his confession. She bridged the distance between them, pressing her lips to his.

Time lost meaning. When awareness returned, Rosalind lay curled against the pillows, her forehead dewy with perspiration, cheeks flushed like dawn-kissed roses.

Everett nestled behind her, his sculpted face buried in her fragrant hair, fingers combing through the silken strands with reverent wonder.

"Shall we shower?" His murmur tickled her ear.

Rosalind turned, her luminous eyes meeting his. "Carry me."

Everett's lips curved. "As my lady commands."

Rising, he noticed the crimson evidence gracing the sheets - proof he'd claimed her innocence. Gathering her close, he carried his blushing bride to the marble ensuite, where she hid her face against his shoulder.

Steam curled around them as warm water cascaded down. Everett carefully gathered her long tresses, washing each strand with surprising tenderness.

Suddenly, Rosalind stiffened. "Everett?"

His hands stilled. "Yes, love?"

"We didn't... use protection?" Her voice wavered with dawning realization.

Everett froze. In their mutual inexperience, neither had considered contraception - Rosalind certainly kept no such items, and the thought hadn't crossed his mind.

He pulled her close, murmuring against her damp hair. "Forgive me. It completely slipped my mind."

Rosalind nodded. "I'll visit the apothecary tomorrow for the morning-after draught."

Everett cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheekbone before sealing his apology with a kiss. "Next time, I'll be prepared."

She mock-glared through her lashes. "Assuming there will be a next time?"

Everett's arms tightened possessively. "Don't you want there to be?"

Rosalind splashed him, laughter bubbling up. "You're incorrigible!"

Their playful banter continued until Everett suddenly pinned her against the tiled wall.

Rosalind gasped, feigning ignorance. "And what exactly are you doing?"

Everett's smoldering gaze held hers captive. "I want you again."

She bit her lip, suddenly serious. "First, answer me truthfully."

"Anything."

"Do you have feelings for me? Do you love me, Everett?" Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Everett cradled her face, his kiss tender yet fervent. "With all that I am. I love you, Rosalind."

The raw sincerity in his deep voice melted her resolve. Rosalind wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "And I love you, Everett Sinclair!"