A Man for Glory. Carolyn Davidson

voice broke then, and she swallowed hard before she was able to speak. “I had three years here as Harvey’s wife, Cade. He slept down the hall, gave me my own room and lived up to his word. He’d said when I met him that he wasn’t looking to sleep with me, for he’d had a good marriage with the mother of his children and didn’t want another woman in his bed. He was good to me, treated his children well and gave me free rein with his house. I couldn’t ask for more.”

      Cade swallowed, his wondering put to rest. For even though he’d thought from what she’d said early on that her marriage to Harvey Clark had not been one such as he sought with her, she had given him words now that told him without doubt that she’d not slept with the man.

      Satisfaction and anticipation filled him as he looked down at her. His hands lifted to her again, palms cradling her face, his gaze captured by the fine wash of color that stained her cheeks. The length of his fingers felt the fragile line of her temples, his fingertips brushing the wispy curls that framed her forehead. She was lovely, her skin finely pored, her lips curving a bit in a smile that trembled. Whether because of the desire he made no attempt to conceal from her, or perhaps her own awakening, she closed her eyes.

      “Look at me, Glory.” His voice was harsh, and he rued the passion that roughened his words, for he would not have her think him angry.

      Her lids fluttered and she opened her eyes fully, brushing aside his hands as she attempted to step away from him. But he would not have it, and his hands once more gripped her shoulders, his touch careful but firm.

      It was more than he could resist. Not just the soft lips that parted as if she would speak, or the yielding of her body as she allowed him to take her weight against himself. He bent to her again, and his mouth claimed hers, his indrawn breath holding the womanly scent of her, his heart beating faster as the feel of her breasts against his body brought him to arousal. His kiss was damp, his lips open against hers, and his hands were taut, sliding down her back, pressing her close.

      Her hands pressed against his shirt, as if she would gain some bit of room between them. Whether she recognized the thrust of his arousal, or perhaps was frightened at his ardor, she inhaled sharply and turned her head to the side, catching her breath, even as a whimper escaped her lips.

      “I’ve frightened you.” His words were heavy with regret, for he’d told her he would not harm her or give her cause for alarm. And unless he missed his guess, she was about as near shedding tears again as a woman could get without the waterworks being turned loose.

      “I want to ask you something, Glory. I hope you won’t think I’m being crude or trying to embarrass you, but you strike me as a girl who hasn’t had much to do with men. Do you know what happens between a man and woman, how they join their bodies together after marriage?”

      She trembled against him, yet he must speak, must know the full extent of her knowledge or perhaps ignorance.

      “Has no woman explained to you what is involved in the process of giving yourself to the man you’ve chosen to marry?”

      Her eyes filled with tears again as he spoke and she shook her head.

      But at least she had answered him, and for that he was thankful, for he’d begun to fear that this was to be a one-sided conversation. “My mama told me one time when I asked her about babies and such that men are usually pretty adept at that sort of thing. She said that all a woman must do was to obey her husband.”

      Damn. “And didn’t she tell you that a man’s pleasure is a direct result of the response of his wife?”

      Her breath huffed out. “I’d supposed that the room would be dark and things would happen naturally. Mama said that if I married a man who truly loved me, I wouldn’t have anything to worry about.”

      He shook his head and held her before him at arm’s length. “I’d say you’ve got a good bit to learn, Glory. Your education will be more involved than I’d thought.” Cade smiled down at her and posed a question. “Have you never dallied with a young man in the moonlight?” He paused as she considered his words and then she flushed becomingly and shook her head.

      “I wasn’t left alone with any of the young men who came around back home in Pennsylvania. My pa said I was too young for such shenanigans. When I had a gentleman friend come to call, which only happened a couple times, we sat in the parlor and looked at my mama’s photograph albums and sorted through picture books about Europe and Greece. It was for sure we weren’t allowed to be left alone.”

      But it seemed Cade was not finished with his subject, and he continued speaking, his tone soft, his words coaxing. “We won’t be doing much of what we’re speaking about anyway, Glory. Not right away. Certainly not until we’re married and even then we’ll take our time.”

      She felt a hot flush cover her cheeks. “Please, Cade. I don’t want to talk about this.” Her voice broke and he bent to her.

      “Glory, I sure wish your mama had explained things to you a little better.”

      “I was sixteen when she died. And I’m sure, given the chance, we’d have spoken of marriage. But as it turned out, I’m probably about the most ignorant female you’ve ever met.” Her chin tilted upward and her eyes narrowed as she spoke. “I’m not ashamed of not knowing. I’m just embarrassed.”

      He kissed her cheek then, careful not to infringe, and she looked up at him, anger touching her words.

      “I’m young and ignorant, Cade. Are you sure that you want to marry me?” She bent her head and the slender form he held between his hands seemed fragile, as if she was too delicate, perhaps unfit for the life she’d chosen here on the farm. “I fear I won’t be very good at this, Cade McAllister, for I’m not willing to do all the things marriage requires of a woman. Not right now, anyway. You ought to find a woman better equipped for marriage than I.”

      He merely smiled, even as laughter tapped at the door of his dignity and begged for release. But he would not allow it. He was determined to coax her to the point of speaking vows before the minister in town. She might be unaware of what was involved in being his wife, but she was smart enough to recognize that she needed him. Needed a man to protect her and the children she’d taken responsibility for.

      “Glory, look at me.” His touch was careful on her arms, and he’d captured the length of her body between himself and the wall of the house next to the back door. He’d not put a match to the kerosene lamp over the table and the room was lit only by the soft glow of the black iron range, but he didn’t need a bonfire to make out her face.

      “Just promise me you’ll be thinking about visiting the preacher. We can make it as private as you want, just you and me and the young’uns. The sheriff made sure of my reputation back home and I’m willing to put my money into this place. I’ll be good to you and I think you know the children like me. I can’t see any reason to put it off.”

      She looked up at him and her eyes sought his in the dim shadows. “I’ll think about it, Cade, but I’m not making any promises yet. And in the meantime, you can sleep in Mr. Clark’s bedroom, but I’ll have no more of this kissing business. I need a clear mind and I won’t have you confusing me with foolishness.”

      He smiled at her, nodding his agreement as she set the terms of their arrangement. “It’ll be just like you want, Glory. I’ll give you a week to decide. That should be long enough to make up your mind.”

      She turned from him and he released her readily. “It’s time for Buddy and Essie to be getting ready for bed. I promised to read to them for a bit first.” She opened the screen door and went to the kitchen table, reaching up to lift the chimney from the lamp that hung there. Cade scratched a match against the surface of the stove, then touched it to the wick and Glory lowered the chimney into place.

      “Buddy? Essie? Are you ready for our reading?”

      From the parlor both children answered her and made their way to the kitchen. Buddy carried a book with him and placed it on the table before the chair