“Me suggesting you build things?” She wore a whimsical smile when her gaze went to the door handles. “Or change things?”
“Both.” He met her smile. “In your younger years, your suggestions had more to do with the inside of the castle. Mayhap how you thought medieval castles should look? As you grew older, your specifications became more targeted to outside, and your tastes far less...decorative.”
“It’s strange.” She looked from the door and tapestry to him. “While I can’t say I remember what we just witnessed, thereisa sense of familiarity to it. Déjà vu. As though that dream hovers on the edge of my subconscious.”
“’Twill come back to you soon, I suspect,” he said. “Just like your younger self said it would when you finally saw the tapestry. And we both know it wasn’t in more of our dreams when we were children either.”
“No.” She eyed it again. “I was definitely talking about today and staying here with you rather than returning to Shannon. Definitely talking about this very moment.” Her gaze drifted back to the bed. “These moments. Important ones that already helped us remember things.”
“So ‘twould stand to reason such can help us remember even more.”
Done with solving mysteries and eager to get back to enjoying their wedding night, he scooped her up and carried her to bed. She laughed when he tossed her down but grew serious when he tore away her blanket and gazed into her eyes while fondling anywhere his hands took him. Which, as it turned out, was everywhere all night, followed by his mouth and cock.
Once again, they lost all sense of time. All sense of anything but each other as they brought one another to peak more times than he could count. Again and again, until they must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, sunlight broke over the window ledge, and he woke to find Riona in the last place he expected.
Chapter Seventeen
“HEY THERE, HANDSOME.” Having felt him stir awake, Riona smiled at Declán when he opened his eyes and looked her way. “Or should I sayhusband?”
Husband or not, he looked damn good waking up. And sleeping, for that matter. In fact, she had stared at him since the sun cracked the horizon and had trouble looking away. Trouble believing he was all hers. He was undoubtedly gorgeous, but something about seeing him sleeping and vulnerable made him that much hotter. She especially liked his five-o’clock shadow and suspected he was one of those rare guys who would look amazing with a beard.
“I think you should call me husband often for ‘tis good to hear,” he rumbled, stretching. “I also think you should be back in this bed before we begin a day I cannot see being easy.”
She agreed with him yet stayed where she was for no other reason than she had to see the sun at this time of day. Especially here in this castle with him. Something he evidently sensed because he joined her in all his glory at the window ledge she sat on. She licked her lips, remembering far too well having her mouth around his arousal last night.
“It does seem to like ye.” He braced his hands on either side of the window and eyed her with desire. A blatant need to pick up where they left off last night. “And ‘twill have to be seen to before we face all that soon comes our way.”
“Will it then?” She closed her sketchbook and set it aside. “And how would you like it seen to?”
“With ye watching yer sunrise, of course.” He pulled her down and spun her without the blanket wrapped around her falling away. Good thing because without it, she would have exposed her upper half to anyone who might happen to glance this far up.
“’Tis all right,ta?” His warm breath in her ear sent delicious shivers through her. As did the feel of him hiking up the back of her blanket and spreading her legs. “I will not take from the moment?”
“Hard to imagine,” she managed. Her eyelids fluttered when he reached around and started stroking the already wet flesh between her thighs. Lord, the way he touched her drove her crazy.
“Good.” He nipped her earlobe and rubbed his shaft against her backside. “Because I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.”
