'Oh, but…' She tri
ed to look scandalised and failed, laughing when he took her in his arms and said wryly,
'What is the matter? Is it not permissible for a man to make love to his wife in the afternoon?'
'I…'
He nibbled the delicate cord of her throat, sending tremors of pleasure coursing over her. 'Why else do you think we have the siesta, amada?' he questioned softly. 'It is for children to rest, and for their mamas and papas to make love.'
His fingers reached for her zip, pressing her against the taut length of his body, and the sudden urgency of the desire flooding through her made her expel her breath in brief shock.
'I love you,' Sebastian murmured smokily as her dress slid to the floor.
As he lifted her and carried her towards their bed Jessica wondered hazily if that first Rosalind had known this heady, enveloping pleasure; this depth and intensity of love and need for her proud knight. Possibly she had, she thought lazily as Sebastian drew her against him, his fingers playing lightly against her spine, his mouth teasing her skin. Certainly if he was anything like his present-day descendant, she must have done!