“How very sneaky of you.”
“Aye.” He kissed her. “Ye are beautiful, love. Beautiful and so warm in a man’s arms. Only mine though.”
“Only yours.” She kissed his cheek.
“Right answer.” He tickled her and while she tried to recover from that he got up and fetched a wet cloth.
She could not help but blush as he cleaned her off, then himself before putting the washrag away. It was just so personal yet he insisted on doing it every time. She had the feeling she would regret it if he did not do it so did not complain, just welcomed him back into her arms when he got back into bed.
“What about Neddy?” she asked.
“Mrs. O’Neal is keeping watch on him tonight.”
“I was rather thinking of the rest of the nights.”
“Nay sure, love. He is a good lad but I have a need to be shagging my wife whenever I want to.” He laughed and caught her arm as she swung at him. “We will figure something out. There is the bairn’s room if he has to be near you.”
She nodded. “He is just used to being in a room with me and I do not want him to get even more upset about this marriage.”
Iain chuckled as he recalled his confrontations with the boy after he had announced that he and Emily were getting married. “He will settle, love. I told him I wasnae taking ye away from him, just sharing ye. Making us three instead of just two. That seemed to calm him down.”
“I hope so.”
“Dinnae fret over him. He speaks his mind to ye so ye willnae have to play at guessing what ails him. I also think once he understood what was happening, he began to calm down a bit.”
She nodded and began to stroke his chest. “I was not going to give up marrying you just because a three-year-old child was mad. I love you.”
He kissed her, pleased that she said it so freely. He wanted to make love to her again but thought she might need a little rest before he was all over her again. Then her soft small hand slid over his belly and she wrapped those slender fingers around him. Iain decided she had rested enough.
* * *
Emily woke to a desire that was fire in her blood. Iain was settled between her legs and his tongue was driving her into a frenzy of need. She opened to him and just luxuriated in the feeling he stirred within her. When he kissed his way up her body she was more than ready for him, but he took his time. Then he thrust into her and she grabbed him to hold him in place, a small part of her fevered mind noting that she was scratching him but she really could not be bothered to find out for sure. Then their passion crested together and she hung on as they both tumbled.
It was several moments before she noticed he was rather heavy. She looked at him sprawled on top of her and she smiled a little. It was heady to think she had put him in such a state. He finally rolled to the side and she moved to sprawl up against him.
“Loving ye is going to be the death of me.”
“Well, we cannot be doing this every night or we will both be too tired to do anything else.”
“Fine with me.” He smiled when she giggled. “Ah, lass, I cannae believe ye said aye to me. I was a miserable beau.”
“I thought you were just fine.”
“That is good because I doubt I will suddenly get the skill to do much wooing over the years. I never realized how hard it is. I think ye will have to be the one to teach our children.”
“Children?”
“Was that something I should have got sorted out before we wed? Dinnae ye want any?”
“Of course. I just had not given it much thought. Only time I thought of it was when we had not even spoken of marriage and I briefly feared bearing a child with no husband.”
“I would have wed you.”
“And I would have always wondered if it was only because of the child.”
He grimaced. “Aye, I can see that. But ye ken now that I love ye and this marriage will stand. Aye?”
She brushed a kiss over his mouth. “Aye.” She grinned briefly. “And I would like to have children with you. Just not sure I am eager to have seven boys.”
