Page 15 of Her Viking Saviour
“I want to see it for myself.”
Silence was her response, but a few moments later the door opened and they stood face-to-face.
“Yes, Torben, as you can see, I am fine. What is it that you need?”
The loaded question made desire shoot through his body, and he hardened with want. What he needed was her. She stood before him in a clean shift, one of much better quality and fit than she wore when he had first seen her. A candle was lit behind her, which created a shadowed silhouette of her luscious body. He could even see the faint dusky hue of her nipples through the fabric, the tips tightened under his perusal. It dawned on him that he was standing there not saying a word, just staring like a hungry beast. This need was beyond basic, she consumed all his senses.
He lifted a hand to cup her face and tried to calm himself. He was Chieftain, not a lusty youth.
“I just needed to know you were well, Wynflaed.” His voice was husky as he stroked her soft cheek.
“I am fine, as you can see. I just need some more sleep. As do you, you were very busy all evening. I am sure that woman is waiting for you.”
Confusion mixed into his lust.A woman waiting for him?
“What woman?” he demanded, as he searched her upturned face for a clue.
“The woman you arrived with.”
Realisation dawned on him.Gunhilda.
“She is not my woman, Wynflaed. I have no woman.”Not yet,he said to himself.
He was glad another woman had caused her jealousy and bit back a smile at his satisfaction.
“Can I interest you in my company on the morrow? I could show you around, introduce you.”
Her face softened and she nodded.
“I will bid you good sleep and see you well rested on the morrow.” He leaned down and gave her pursed lips a soft kiss. He felt the sharp intake of her breath. She was caught by surprise, but within a moment she returned his kiss and braced her hands upon his chest. He did not want to overstep, so he broke their embrace and pulled away. She was confused and her expression quickly turned to displeasure. He was met with a terse “sleep well” in return, and the door closed in his face. He grinned.By the gods, I love her fire.
Chapter Fifteen
Someone is calling my name, I must go to them, I must find them.Wynflaed dreamed she ran through a forest of gnarled trees and stumbled on snowcapped rocks.
“Wynflaed, are you well?”
Torben’s voice, accompanied by firm raps on the wooden door, broke into her dream.
Oh, it was Torben. Oh, it was TORBEN!
“Is it morn already?” she called, and looked around the room. The small window allowed sunbeams to light the room and she immediately jumped to her feet.
“It is.” She heard the smile in his voice and scowled.
“I will ready myself and meet you outside.”
“As you wish.”
She heard his footsteps as he walked away. Frantically, she attended to her ablutions and muttered self-deprecating oaths. Did she want to kiss those infuriating lips that left her in desperate want or slap the sensuous smile from his cocksure face? She had seen his grin before she had closed the door in his face the previous night and had fumed because he had seen her jealousy.
She threw on her clothes from the day before and ran a comb through her hair. She smoothed her hands over her dress and took a deep breath.
She entered the open area of the longhouse, looked around, and caught the eye of a young man who pointed towards the doorway. She gave him a smile and quickly walked outside. The first thing she saw was a raven, sitting on the wooden post of a drying rack. Its direct eye contact unnerved her but she could not break the gaze. The raven let out a squawk and took flight, making her start a little.
Mind your senses, Wynflaed, she scolded herself.
She found Torben waiting for her with a hunk of fresh baked bread and some hard cheese.
