“COME HERE, WOMAN.”

Caroline’s pulse quickened. She folded her arms over her chest and smiled. “No.”

She squealed as he leaped off the bed, grabbed her, and threw her over his shoulder. Before she could catch her breath, Garrett was astride her, pinning her thrashing arms to the mattress.

“Do you yield, woman?” Garrett demanded.

“Never.” She joined his game eagerly. “No torture can make me yield.”

“We shall see about that,” he murmured. “I am a master at putting disobedient wives in their place.” He kissed the corners of her mouth.

“Mercy,” she whispered.

“No mercy.”

He cupped her breast in his strong hand, and she gave herself over to the magic of their true wedding night.