Page 69 of Viking in Love

She thought about lying, but it was no use. She had behaved like a strumpet. “Yea, I did. And you were a surprise, too.”

“How so?”

“I will not tell you. Your ego is too large as it is.”

“There are other parts of me that are large, too.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

He did not need to tell her that. She felt it growing against her hip.

“There are so many things I want to do with you,” he said, his voice husky in a masculine way.

“What sort of things?” she asked before she could bite her tongue.

“Ah, sweetling, I thought you would never ask.” He proceeded to tell her, in detail.

“You jest,” she said at one point.

Which prompted him to elaborate on even more wicked, incredible activities.

“It would take a month, in fact, many months to do all that.”

“And we have only nine and a half nights. Guess we need to get to work quick then. What would you like to do first?”

“I would like you to bathe me,” she said, surprising even herself.

“And will you bathe me in return?”

She tapped her lips as if pondering. “Would there be massaging oil involved?”

“For a certainty.”

“Well, then, lout, it is a deal.”

He was always on her mind…and other places…

Four days later, after having sex in more ways and in more places than she would have ever imagined possible, Breanne’s lips and nipples were raw from Caedmon’s constant attentions. Raw in a nice way. Even air felt like a lover’s caress, so that when he wasn’t around, she was still reminded of him.

But then, Caedmon had told her just this morn that his manpart was raw, quickly adding, “Not that I am complaining.”

Thus, she was in her bedchamber, with the upper part of her gunna hanging down to her hips, applying some ointment to her breasts when Amicia came in, without knocking. “Oh, sorry ta disturb ye, but I need some help down in the kitchen with…oh, blessed Mary!” The cook burst out laughing, so hard that she was soon bent over at the waist, and tears welled in her eyes.

“What is so funny?” Breanne asked, tugging her dress back up and lacing it at the neck.

“You? You have succumbed to the master’s seduction. I tol’ ya he was a devil with the wimmen. They cannot resist his charms.”

If only Amicia knew! It hadn’t taken much charming to get her in his bed.

“What is the problem in the kitchen?”

“I forget the directions fer the eel brine that yer sister makes.”

She walked alongside the cook down to the kitchen.

Before they got there, Amicia put a halting hand on her arm. “Methinks ya could use some of the powders Rashid gave ta me.”

“I have no head megrims.” Just another kind of ache.

“Not that kind of powder. These are the kind that prevent the babes from comin’. Remember, Lady Havenshire told us of them some days ago.”