He came to his feet. “I might have known your first thought would not be for yourself, but for my child. I love you Blythe Lacey FitzRam. Johann will love you too. Please accept my proposal of marriage.”
Her body burned for him. Was this really happening? “Yes, I accept, but my father might object.”
He hugged her tightly. “I’ve spoken to your father. I don’t foresee a problem.”
She laughed. “I wondered why you two were so amicable this evening. You rogue!”
He crushed her to his body, raking his fingers through her hair. “Ja, I’m a rogue who carried you away, but you stole my heart with your ugly braids and sullen pouts. I didn’t know you spoke much German, and yet you tell me you love me in my language.”
“Dieter, I’m on fire for you. You’ve awakened feelings in me I’ve never experienced before. My body aches for you.”
He kissed her again. “You’re a passionate woman, mein Schatz. I hope I’ll be able to satisfy your needs.” He flashed his enigmatic smile and rocked his hips against her. “As you can probably tell, I would like to do that very thing right now, but I must force myself to wait until we’re married. I’ll speak to Archbishop Frederick on the morrow.”