The thought made Richard angry all over again. It also made him want to do what he could to protect her. From what he could tell, Christiana deserved none of this. She had married in good faith, but would now be ruined by it unless he could find a way to prevent that.

His gaze slid over her troubled features. Had he really thought her unattractive? Richard now decided it had merely been her expression of shock on seeing him. She had certainly grown more attractive as they’d danced. The first burst of anger she’d had earlier had put a natural bloom in her cheeks and a spark in her eyes that was almost arresting. The confusion and hurt that had followed as she’d reprimanded him for taking her father to a gaming hell had made him want to comfort and hold her closer. Now she appeared a touch flustered. Hectic color had bloomed in her cheeks, and she was nibbling her lower lip in a rather adorable fashion. However, she was also much more relaxed in his arms, her body almost fluid rather than the stiff wooden woman he’d first led to the dance floor. The swift changes were fascinating to him and he found himself wondering what she would look like under the influence of other moods and passions. For instance, how would she look in his bed, with desire making her sloe eyed, and her lovely blonde hair spread out on a pillow?

These thoughts coursing through his mind, Richard almost without realizing it let his hand slide a little lower to curve over her behind and urge her tighter against his hips. The effect was rather startling. Christiana didn’t pullback, but gasped and shivered, her eyes dropping closed as their hips met and they both became aware of the hardness he hadn’t realized had grown between them.

“Husband?”

The word was a breathy sigh, and Richard smiled and lowered his head, deliberately allowing his breath to brush her ear as he said, “Yes?”

“I—Oh,” she paused as he nipped at her ear, and then said a little shakily, “I think . . .”

“What do you think?” he asked, nipping at her ear again and enjoying the shudder it sent through her. It made him grow even harder.

“I think the music has stopped,” she managed to get out in a strangled tone even as her hands tightened on his hand and shoulder.

Richard stilled, released the earlobe he’d captured between his teeth, and then straightened to glance around. The music had indeed stopped and most of the dancers had left the dance floor while others were still flowing past them to leave it as well. His gaze shifted back to Christiana, noting how flushed she was and the way she was nibbling at her lips. She hadn’t pulled free of his embrace, however, and he had a sudden urge to nibble on those lips himself, so was about to suggest again that they go out on the balcony for some air when someone suddenly appeared beside them.