Rescuing the Lady of Sedgeworth: A Medieval Historical Romance (The Ladies of the Keep Book 3) by C.H. Admirand

Author:C.H. Admirand [Admirand, C.H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2024-11-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

She sensed she was alone before she opened her eyes. When she touched the empty place beside her, it felt cool to the touch; Winslow had left their bed some time ago. Unsure of what her reception would be now that she was married in the eyes of God, she put off the inevitable going down to the hall.

Closing her eyes brought the memory of last night’s lovemaking rushing back. The lethal combination of deft touches and mind-numbing kisses had her breath quickening. Her husband was truly gifted in bed.

But she was no giddy bride that could afford to lie around in bed, savoring every touch, every taste. There was work to be done, and though she may not be looking forward to the task, servants to greet, and duties to see to.

The water in the pitcher was tepid but would do. She’d ask for a hot bath later. For now, she washed away the evidence of last night, sorry that the musky scent was gone, replaced by the familiar scent of lavender.

Someone had laid out a clean chainse and bliaut of the palest gray. Not ready to summon help, and more than ready to begin her day, Genvieve dressed, taking the time to brush her hair until it shone. First impressions were important, and she wanted Sedgeworth’s people to like her.

The finishing touch would be the corded belt she’d worn yesterday. Her hand flew to her throat. If only she hadn’t lost her grandfather’s cross. The knight her mother had sent to bring her back to London had carried it to her as proof that her mother was gravely ill. Shaking the bleak thoughts free, she walked to the door.

It opened and her husband’s powerful form filled the doorframe. His gaze raked her from head to toe and back. When his amber eyes turned molten with desire, her belly clenched, and her breasts felt heavy. She wanted him to make love to her…nay, needed him to.

He didn’t move while she let her gaze travel over his broad shoulders, taking in the cream-colored linen shirt and red-and-gray plaid kilt. Her husband was warrior-strong, but his hands had gentled last night. But what was one night’s loving, when compared to the next twenty years of day-to-day living? She needed to get to know her husband, understand the way he thought and hopefully come to an understanding between them.

Mayhap she could make up for her lack of ability to give him babes if she smoothed the way between Sedgeworth’s people and their new overlord. After last night, she had no doubt at all they would do well in the marriage bed.

She smiled.

The front of his kilt moved, and he closed his eyes. “Ye’d best stop yer lookin’, lass,” he said. He opened his eyes and pinned her with his gaze. “Else I’ll no’ finish trainin’ with the guards. I’ve no time for dallyin’.”

Her smile grew wider. Genvieve hadn’t affected Francois like that. Had she? She shook her head knowing she hadn’t.

Winslow groaned out loud, strode across the room and gathered her in his arms.

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