She chuckled, her arms going around his neck. “The barn sounds more fun.”
“Another day.”
“Promise?” she asked.
“You don’t need a promise from me, wife, I want it as much as you do,” he admitted.
“I knew it!” she said as if claiming victory.
“Though I may have to tear your garments off you once in our bedchamber since they are soaked to your skin.”
“Promises. Promises,” she teased and kissed him, intending it to be quick, but it wasn’t.
Once her lips touched his, they didn’t want to leave. She had hungered for his lips, his touch, and most of all for him to slip his shaft inside her as he had done most nights.
She was relieved to see how his desire matched hers, his tongue as playfully demanding as hers. He tasted what she imagined love might taste like, strong, heartfelt, and demanding to be acknowledged, unable to be denied. Bold and confident and never-ending.
Arran rushed them through the keep, paying no heed to the servants who eyed them with whispers and snickering smiles.
Once in their bedchamber, Arran hurried to strip his wife of her wet garments and Purity did the same for him. They each grabbed a cloth and again hurried to dry each other.
Purity didn’t play fair. Her hands followed where she dried and when she got to his shaft her hand lingered there, but how couldn’t she? He was hard and thick with passion and she could almost feel him inside her, bringing her pleasure.
Arran tried to ignore it, though that was a lie, he was enjoying her touch too much and if he let her continue he wouldn’t last long.
“Purity,” he said, trying to stay in control.
“You feel so good. I don’t want to stop touching you. I’ve missed touching you,” she groaned.
When she went to drop down on her knees in front of him, he wisely scooped her up beneath her shoulders and braced her against the door. He moved his hands to grip her bottom and lift her enough for his shaft to easily seek her entrance.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered and this time she eagerly obeyed.
“Hurry,” she commanded. “It’s been too long since I’ve had you inside me.”
“You’re going to make me come before I’m inside you,” he protested his throbbing need on the verge of bursting.
She maneuvered herself to fit against his probing shaft and her arms fit snug around his neck to hold on tight. She rested her lips next to his ear and whispered, “Come home to me, husband, I have missed you.”
Arran groaned as he entered her hard and swiftly, and she gasped. He stopped a moment, afraid he had hurt her.
“Good Lord, don’t stop. It feels so good,” she said, moving against him.
He held her firm as she did him and he pounded against her and she relished every moment. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it had been too many days without each other and their desire spiked rapidly.
“I can’t wait,” Purity groaned, wishing she could linger in the pleasure, but needing the release that pleasure promised.
“Neither can I,” he moaned and nuzzled at her neck.
His teasing nibbles and nips at her neck did her in, not to mention his powerful thrusts.
“Arran!” she cried out as she burst in such divine pleasure that she thought she just might faint.
He joined her and his moan turned into a roar as he exploded in a blinding release that made him realize how lucky he was to have Purity as his wife.
They clung to each other, not moving, not speaking, just holding tight.
“I’m so glad you returned to me,” she struggled to say since her breath had yet to calm. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Can you forgive my foolish behavior?” he asked, nibbling at her neck again.
“Only if you promise to make love to me at least once more tonight.”
He drew his head back to look at her and smiled. “Only once more?”
Purity chuckled. “I didn’t want to be greedy.”
He returned to nuzzle at her neck. “I love when you’re greedy.”
She pressed her lips across his cheek to settle near his ear. “Then love me until you’re too tired to love me anymore tonight.”
He brought his lips to hers and kissed her as if his hunger had yet to abate. “I’ll never tire of loving you, wife.”
And he proved it, making love to her twice more through the night and once again as the day dawned.
The morning brought a timid knock on the door and it was Princess’s bark outside the door that woke Purity and had her leaving her husband’s arms to sit up.
“Ignore it,” Arran ordered and pulled her back down into his warm arms.
The knock came again, this time followed by Quiver’s trembling voice. “I hate to disturb you, but there is an important message from the monastery.”
“I hate messages,” Arran growled in his wife’s ear and turned his head to call out, “What is the message, Quiver?”