Page 119 of Laird of Flint
That would not do. She might not belong to an important border clan. But she was the daughter of Dunlop. She had a reputation to consider.
She decided perhaps she needed to hasten things along between them. And finding this bed among her mother’s things…
This must be a sign from her mother. A message. Her blessing on their union. Carenza was sure of it. And now she knew exactly what she must do.
This was unexplored territory for her. And despite the closeness and affection between them, she felt anxious. Her heart beat more rapidly than it should. And her breath was shallow and shaky.
What if he refused her? What if she did something wrong? What if he was disappointed? What if she wasn’t enough?
In the end, she decided it was a risk she had to take. She couldn’t go on living in this purgatory of indecision, not knowing whether her future was secured.
In spite of her nervously pounding heart, she chose to keep things light and playful as always.
“This will be so much more comfortable than the holly bushes.” She plopped down on the pallet.
“Or the buttery shelves,” he said, sitting gingerly beside her, less trusting of the bed frame.
“Or the stable wall.”
“Or the trunk of a tree.”
“Or the doocot.”
“The doocot?” He frowned. “We’ve ne’er trysted in the doocot.”
“Nay?” she asked. “Och, that must have been myotherlover.”
“Wicked lass.”
His gaze narrowed in warning. Then he began punishing her with tickles. He found all of her sensitive places. Under her arms. Along her ribs. Beneath her ears. Behind her knees.
“Do you surrender?” he demanded.
She giggled and gasped and shook her head.
He resumed until she could endure no more.
“Nay! I yield!” she finally cried out. Then she fell back onto the bed in a dramatic surrender, with one arm across her forehead.
He ceased his attack and gazed down at her with amusement. “Are you hurt, my lady?”
“I fear ye have wounded me sorely, sir.”
“Then I must make amends.” His eyes took on a sultry glaze. “Show me where you’re injured. I shall kiss away your hurts.”
His words sent a thrill of excitement through her. She turned her head and pointed to the side of her neck.
“There?” he asked.
She nodded.
He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the place where her pulse raced.
She shivered as her ears hummed in response. Then she turned and bared the other side of her neck.
He kissed that side as well, sending an erotic vibration through her head.
“Here,” she said, indicating her underarm.
