“I cannot believe he did that.” She stared up at the ceiling. “I cannot believe how much I enjoyed it.”
His tongue is so skilled.
She wished she could feel it again.
She felt a pang of regret for voicing her desire to go to the village right after he had made her climax.
I could have waited a few minutes.
She felt Bramble settle at the foot of her bed, enjoying the peace and quiet, when images of their tryst flashed before her, causing her to stir.
I should have undone his buttons and found out if his chest is truly as hard as it feels.
Her fingers curled. She gave a deep sigh and kicked at the linen that suddenly felt constricting. Bramble let out a sharp meow that gave her the impression that she was cursing at her.
Lilliana groaned and apologized half-heartedly as she rolled over, then rolled over again.
Bramble meowed another curse before Lilliana finally found a comfortable spot.
“Did you ever think that marriage would be this hard, Bram?” she asked sardonically.
Bramble meowed, but this time it sounded more like a grumble.
“Me neither,” Lilliana replied with a smile, before falling asleep.
“My Lady? Wake up.”
Lilliana burrowed deeper into the blankets, trying to get away from that voice.
“My Lady!”
She groaned in frustration as the voice grew louder, piercing the web of sleep surrounding her and pulling her back to consciousness. “Betsy?”
“It is time to get up, My Lady. You wanted to go to the village, did you not?”
“I did,” she muttered into her pillows, “but my husband said no.”
Betsy giggled. “Well then, explain why there are two guards waiting to escort us.”
Lilliana frowned, opening one eye to stare balefully at her maid. “Are you messing with me?”
“I swear I am not. They are downstairs, waiting.” Betsy grinned.
Slowly, Lilliana sat up. “You are serious?”
“Yes! Come downstairs and have breakfast so that we can go.”
Lilliana sprang out of bed and rushed to do her morning ablutions before following Betsy down the stairs to the breakfast hall. She decided to dress in a brown woolen skirt with an apron and tossed a plaid shawl over her shoulders. With her neat cap and white blouse, she felt quite ready to see patients.
She spotted Kayden sitting at the high table and went over to him, a timid smile on her face. He looked up from his porridgeand met her gaze. She stopped short, suddenly rooted to the spot. An image of him between her legs flashed as clear as a bell in her mind, and her face flamed.
As if he could read her thoughts, he smirked before getting to his feet and sketching an elegant bow. “Good morning, Me Lady,” he murmured, gesturing to the bench beside him.
Flustered, she hastened to take a seat before her knees failed her. Offering him a nervous smile, she returned his greeting. “Did you sleep well, My Laird?” she asked.
Her face flamed even further as she realized how her question might be interpreted.
His eyes lit up with amusement, and his lip quirked. “I slept rather fitfully if ye must ken.” His voice lowered. “I had a lot on me mind.”
