Perhaps if his cousin Brand hadn’t been helping himself to so many portions of beef, if Logan hadn’t been bellowing out his heroic tales, if Hew hadn’t been fondling his new wife under the table, and if Aunt Helena hadn’t been quarreling with Uncle Colin, they might have noticed when Adam stole upstairs and Eve slipped out of the great hall.
Stuffing the goose-down pallet through the high bedchamber window was not an easy feat, especially with Eve watching from below.But Adam managed to get it past the shutters and heave it onto the sill.Then he pushed it over until it toppled onto the sod.
Eve waved up at him, letting him know it was undamaged.
Then he grabbed a pair of plaids and came downstairs.Creeping back through the crowd, he exited into the courtyard.
Together, he and Eve wrested the pallet across the courtyard to the stables.He’d seen the stable lad at the feast, so the outbuildings would be deserted and relatively warm.
At one end of the stables was a pile of clean straw.He dragged the pallet on top of it.There were horses at the other end.But they were calm, likely used to visitors having midnight trysts.
Once he closed the door, it was as black as a cave.
They wasted no time, divesting of their wedding attire in the dark and stripping down to their leines.
“I can’t see anythin’,” Eve complained.
“Well then, my love, I suppose we’ll have to go by touch,” he replied, reaching out to sweep his hand across her jaw and into her hair.
“Will we?”she murmured.
With one hand, she patted at his chest, feeling her way up to his shoulder and then inward to his neck.
But while he was distracted by that hand, she clapped her other hand boldly over his braies.
He sucked in a breath of pleased surprise.
“What’s this?”she teased.“I can see naught in this darkness.”
He didn’t have the wit to reply at the moment.Instead, he closed his eyes with a groan and caught the back of her neck, pulling her close for a kiss.
She tasted of wine and sugar, almonds and desire, an intoxicating combination that made him harden at once.
She sighed into his mouth, and he let the fingers of his free hand drift down her body, sowing heat through her thin leine.He brushed over her supple breasts.Gently squeezed her nipples.Then ventured farther to caress the lovely planes of her abdomen.
But her hand was doing amazing things to the questing beast between his thighs.It ached with need, pulsing beneath her palm, eager to be free of its linen confines.He needed to couple with her…now…before he recklessly spilled his seed.
So, disengaging from the kiss, he swept her off her feet, laid her out on the pallet, and peeled off her leine.Using one of the plaids to keep her warm, he settled himself between her knees and burrowed underneath.
Of all the succulent dishes at their wedding feast, this one was the most appetizing.
His new bride, Lady Eve la Nuit of Rivenloch, was a dish both tempting and filling.Earthy and ambrosial.Wholesome and decadent.Teasing open the delicate shell of her keep to expose the roaring dragon of her climax was delicious and satisfying.
As she shuddered with release beneath him, he felt need swell his loins.And though he wished he could make the night last forever, he knew relief would come for him quickly as well.
Eve wanted him.Now.
She reached for him, sinking her fingertips into his shoulders to urge him upwards.
“Wait,” he said on a chuckle.“I’m still clothed.”
“Hurry, husband.”
“As you wish, wife.”
She heard him wrench down his braies and tear off his leine.Then she felt the heat of him as he hovered above her.
His fingers sought out her womanly folds.She clasped his firm, velvety staff in her hand, guiding him.
