Page 51 of A Knight To Call My Own
“Rest awhile, my love,” he replied. Her eyes opened wide at his words whilst she looked upon him as if he had given her the greatest of gifts.
“Come back to bed, Ian,” she murmured, snuggling into his chest. “’Tis too early to rise after such a night as ours.”
He chuckled at the thought of lounging with her to while away the morn. “Duty calls, Lynet. There is much that must needs be done today.”
“’Tis barely sunrise. Surely, you can rest a little longer.” She yawned and began to stretch. The cover slid down to expose the creaminess of her breasts, taunting him to reach out and caress them. He gave in to the temptation. His thumb slid gently across one peak, and he grinned, watching her unfold beneath him. She moaned. Arching her back in response to his touch, she reached up to wrap her hand around his neck. “Stay with me,” she whispered as she gently brought their heads closer afore capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
Any thoughts of leaving her side swiftly left him when she all but molded her body into his, as if she were an extra layer of his own skin. Heat flooded his senses when her hands began to roam upon his body. She was so small next to his own tall frame, and yet, she behaved as if they had been lovers for years. She may have been a shy virgin the night afore, but she left all inhibitions behind in her eagerness to please him now.
A discrete knock at the door interrupted their play, and Ian reluctantly tore his lips from his wife’s. He still did not move as their breaths passed one to the other. Opening his eyes, he stole one glance into the blueness of Lynet’s and knew, without reservation, he was lost. Aye, she had indeed captured him, heart and soul, the little minx.
With one last parting kiss, he left their bed to quickly don his garments whilst Lynet covered her lovely self from whomever had disturbed what might have been a most pleasant way to start the day. A giggle escaped her lips, as if she knew where his thoughts had led.
Ian opened the door to peer into the passageway then moved aside as Lorna came into the chamber with a mumbled apology. She was not alone. She crossed the room to place a tray of food upon a table then waved the servants waiting in the corridor forward like a captain commanding her troops.
The room began to quickly fill as a large tub was brought near the fire and bucket after bucket of water was poured into it. The hearth was stoked and wine poured ’til Lorna nodded her approval and began shooing the women from the chamber. With a hastily bobbed curtsey and a knowing grin towards her mistress, Lorna fled the chamber.
Silence filled the air, with the exception of the cracking fire. The wood snapped and hissed once greedily consumed by the growing red hot flames that heated the room. The fire itself was not the only thing in the chamber smoldering, for Lynet followed his every move with longing in her eyes. No woman had ever looked upon him with such yearning, and he was more than pleased she was as eager for him as he was for her. With a sigh, he knew she needed the hot water that would soothe the aches she was probably not even aware would be hurting, once she was fully awake.
He came to her side, but ’twas her delicious tongue moistening her lips that was almost his undoing. He captured her mouth briefly and listened quite contently to the sigh of pure bliss that left her.
“You, dear wife, would tempt a saint to sin,” Ian declared softly.
“Then come lie abed with me,” she urged. “We can rise later to greet the day.” She batted her eyelids and gave him a pouty pleading look, but he would not be swayed in his resolve.
He chuckled and stood to his full height, feasting his eyes on the woman who now belonged to him in every way. “Nay, lass. There is much to do, and we best be about our duties.”
She wasted no time flinging back the covers and kneeling upon the bed. He sucked in his breath watching her come to life beneath his gaze whilst a rosy blush crept up her body.By Saint Michael’s Wings, she is perfect, he mused. His feet suddenly felt as if they had become like granite, and for the life of him, he could not move from her side. With a racing heart, he became weak-kneed and felt a shiver of lust swarm up his backside. He had never felt such a hunger afore and was pleasantly surprised such a wee, young lass could reduce a seasoned warrior like himself to the point of feeling overwhelmed in anticipation of her touch.
His hands shook when he reached out for her, but ’twas not to give in to her demands that they return beneath the coverlets. Instead, he gently picked her up and carried her to the tub. Slowly, she slid down his body. If she did it purposely just to arouse him, he could not say, since holding her naked body against his own had already had such an effect. He swore. She laughed as she sank down into the water.
“Will you join me, Ian?” she whispered seductively. “There’s more than enough room for us both, and I should look at your wound to ensure ’tis healing properly.”
“The wound is fine, lass. I could not be done in by such a cowardly act as Broderick had planned for me.”
“I hate that someone who is kin to me would do such to you.”
“We cannot always choose our relatives, my dear.”
“Aye, I suppose that is true, but I should still see to the wound. Come join me,” Lynet tempted again.
He lean down to kiss the top of her head and proceeded to bring over a small table and the tray of food so she could break her fast. “Another time, my lovely wife. Relax, and enjoy your bath. I will see you later, at the noon meal.”
As he began to make his way from the room, a splash of water followed by another blissful sigh captured his attention.
“Are you sure?” she teased, lifting her leg up for his viewing pleasure whilst she began to soap that silken porcelain limb.
Ian groaned. “I shall make you pay for jesting with me once you are up to another round of love making, sweet Lynet. Of that, you can be sure.”
She laughed afore resting both arms on the rim of the tub to smile seductively at him. “I will look forward to it, my laird.”
He gave her a brief nod of acknowledgement and quickly left the room, afore he changed his mind and joined her in the tub.
Sometime later, he made his way down the turret to the Great Hall, and Angus approached at a brisk pace to meet him at the bottom of the stairs.
“There is trouble afoot,” Angus whispered.
Striding across the room, Ian sat at the high table as food was laid afore him. He motioned for Angus to take the vacant seat next to him. Surveying the room, he was not completely surprised to see ’twas mostly empty. He assumed the celebration had continued on, far into the early morning hours.
