Desire Me Always by Tiffany Clare Read Free Book Online

“The way Sera’s eyes lit up when I told her about this place . . . it’s something I cannot take away from her.”
    He shouldn’t lay his reasoning on his sister’s shoulders, but his rationalization for everything was no one’s business but his own.
    â€œI’ll never understand the logic of women.” Landon shook his head.
    Nick laughed.
    Silence fell upon them for a spell, and all Nick could think was that he sure as hell couldn’t figure out what went on in a woman’s mind, but still, he wanted to get back to Amelia.
    â€œIt’s the mystery that keeps us going back to them,” Nick said, eager to be back in bed with his bride before breakfast could be served.
    â€œNever did I hear truer words,” his friend agreed.
    With a challenging look at each other, they raced their horses back to the inn.
    A few hours in her company would wipe away the memories that had invaded Nick’s thoughts during his run with Landon. It wasn’t just the mystery of how she made him feel that kept him coming back; it was her beauty, her kindness . . . her love.
    A melia had been awake for at least fifteen minutes but was too tired to even contemplate getting out of bed. She threw off her blanket to dispel the haze of warmth that grew increasingly overwhelming. The sun had only cracked through the curtains in their room, indicating just how early it was. Why was she even awake?
    And where in the world could Nick have gone at this hour?
    After the events of yesterday and their exertions late into the night, the thought of rising before the birds drew out a groan and had her hiding her head beneath a pillow to block out the morning light. She buried her head deeper into the down pillow, wishing sleep would drag her back under, but the longer she lay there without her husband, the odder she felt in not rising to greet the day and all it had to offer as a married woman.
    Amelia couldn’t hold back the smile at that thought.
    Before she rose from the bed, the bedchamber door creaked open. She lifted the corner of the pillow with a yawn impossible to stifle.
    â€œGoodness,” she said, covering her mouth too late. “Good morning.” She forced herself to sit up and took one look at the haunted look on Nick’s face and pinched her lips shut.
    So the honeymoon was over. He’d reverted back to his closed-off self.
    What had changed between last night and this morning?
    Had she slept through another of his nightmares? No, that simply wasn’t possible.
    â€œNick?” Her voice was quiet, questioning.
    â€œI need you.” The starkness of his voice, the command in his declaration had her mouth snapping shut. She brushed her hand through the mess of curls that hung around her shoulders.
    Nick stalked toward her, dropping his jacket to the floor without a care, unbuttoning his waistcoat and pulling his shirt over his head. He was divested from all his clothes before he even reached the bed.
    â€œWhat has happened?” She knew she shouldn’t ask, but the hope that he would share with her what troubled his thoughts came to the forefront and unleashed her tongue.
    â€œNothing that needs worrying.”
    Except for everything he always seemed to keep quiet about.
    â€œWe are man and wife,” she said. “What do we have to hide from each other?”
    â€œYou have all of me.”
    Amelia placed her feet on the floor, spreading her knees wide to make room for him to stand between them. He leaned over her, his mouth hovering a few inches from her own.
    â€œDo I?” she whispered.
    â€œYou do.” He kissed her gently, tempting her to take more, and she did. “Your hunger for me makes me want to take you and fuck us both into sweet oblivion.”
    â€œSweet platitudes will only get you so far,” she teased him right back. Though hurt stabbed her heart at little that he kept secrets from her at all.
    â€œThen we will worry