Their breathing was labored and he gave a little laugh. “We are well suited.”
“Mmm.” She nodded, exhausted. Caressing the soft hair covering his chest, she waited for her breathing to ease.
He blew out a breath then pulled her close. “Rest. It’s almost daybreak.”
She stilled her hand. “What will happen at daybreak?”
He kissed her head. “Rest.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
As they walked down the narrow hallway, Peter felt near to bursting with pride, the hand of his beautiful bride resting lightly on his arm. He glanced at her and she returned his gaze. Her look was one of a woman well-cherished. Or was it well-bedded?
“How do you feel?”
“A little sore.”
That wasn’t the answer he’d expected.
“Did I wear you out?”
She looked at him sheepishly. “I would say not.”
“You have been well-loved.” He stopped to kiss her on the nose before taking her again in his arms. She fit so perfectly against him as if her body were made for his.
“I believe this is what pushed me to the sore stage,” Brighit whispered against his chest then lightly nuzzled against him. “Are we returning to the room again, my lord?”
Her eyes were closed. Her body yielding against him. She was certainly willing.
“Perhaps—”
“Peter!” John’s loud voice boomed through the quiet hall.
Brighit tensed, her eyes flew open and she jerked away. Peter kept hold of her elbow so she was not able to completely detach from him. His eyes stayed on hers.
“Fear not. We are allowed to touch each other. We are married.”
A deep blush covered her features and she glanced away.
Peter turned his irritation on his good friend. “John! Could you not wait until I came to you?”
John struggled to keep from smiling, nodding his head. He glanced at Brighit then back at Peter.
“I understand you’ve been wed?”
Peter wrapped a loving arm around Brighit but not too tightly. If she was uncomfortable with him touching her in public, he could cool his ardor. Her responsiveness in bed was more important and he wanted to do nothing to jeopardize that pleasure.
“So Mort has explained it to you?”
John pulled back in surprise. “You appear nettled with me.”
Peter gave a deep sigh. “No, John, but I was on my way to the hall. Methinks it would be best to keep my wife well nourished.”
John dropped his gaze to Brighit. “An honor to meet you, Lady Brighit.”
She curtsied. “My pleasure.”
John looked back at Peter. “She doesn’t have three heads.”
