His beaming smile irritated her. “I should set about getting a place for us to sleep tonight.”
He had decided to make her wait and he certainly seemed to enjoy seeing her in such need. Disappointment shifted in her gut, and she squeezed her legs together, only to have the strange material between her thighs scratch against her sensitive skin. She had made a small pair ofbraiesto protect her when she wore her brother’s clothes but had nothing such as that with her.
Her disappointment shifted to ire when he turned around to get to work.
“And I’ll see to… something else.” The words sounded clipped and she felt sure she heard him chuckle. Well, much better to ignore him. Ignore him and everything about him while she turned her attention to straightening out herléineand putting it in a safe place.
Her own bow in hand, Brighit stood beside Darragh on the ridge William had told them about. The much-used trail a short drop below them seemed promising and as the gloaming moved in, they were rewarded for their patience with a large herd of healthy deer lumbering like shadows across the glen.
“Be my guest.” Darragh whispered into her ear and her chest expanded.
She stilled, lined up her arrow and released the string of her bow. Her aim was true.
“Very well done.”
Brighit turned a bright smile on him.
“And will ye see to the rest of the work as well?”
Insulted at the mere suggestion that she would leave the lugging, cleaning, and caring for the carcass to another, she ground her teeth together, ready to spout out at him. His sincere expression while he waited for her answer tugged at her heart. He had no way of knowing what she was capable of. She needed to remember that.
“I am able to see to it myself but am happy for any assistance ye may wish to give me.”
Darragh kissed her gently. “Let us see to this together.”
Their duties were carried about in companionable silence and the remaining soup filled their bellies quite nicely once they were done. When he took out the mead, he smiled at her.
“And shall we enjoy this together now?”
She nodded, slightly anxious about where this was leading even though her earlier excitement had stayed with her most of the day, accentuated by the unusual rubbing between her legs.
“For my lovely wife.” Darragh raised his mug to her and they drank at the same time. “Mmm, very good.”
He leaned his head back against the stump, his arm behind her where she sat leaning against his chest.
“A lovely night.” Following the direction of his gaze, she couldn’t hold back her gasp at the sight of a million pricks of light filling the sky as if giving a performance for them alone.
She tipped her head back and said, “So many stars. Very lovely.”
Darragh bit her sensitive neck, and she gasped again.
“And ye’ve a lovely neck.”
His tongue stroked her skin like a cat cleaning its fur, with long, slow strokes. He nibbled her again and her arousal bloomed into full-blown need. Somehow he knew and shifted her to straddle his lap, continuing his nipping and licking, stopping only to whip the tunic off over her head and cup a breast in each palm.
“Such lovely breasts my wife has.”
She moaned when he sucked her deep into the warm, damp recess of his mouth. He answered her with his own groan.
Putting a hand between her legs, he rubbed against the material that had been rubbing her all day. She immediately jerked away, and he drew back to search her face.
“I have hurt ye?” His surprise matched her own.
“No. ’Tis very… sensitive.”
Watching her, he tentatively touched her, again getting the same reaction. “’Tis arousing ye?”
Brighit shook her shoulders, shifting slightly where she sat, unsure of what she was feeling.
