The Temperate Warrior by Renee Vincent

Author:Renee Vincent [Vincent, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, historical, Historical Fiction
Publisher: Turquoise Morning Press
Published: 2012-12-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Gustaf exhaled violently as the slow, swaying gait of the horse proved cruel and inconveniently erotic to his senses. It rocked Æsa’s sumptuous body against his, battering him with titillating memories of their recent clandestine affair at the waterfall. With his legs spread astride the animal’s back, her bottom constantly bumped and rubbed against his exposed genitals, making it nearly impossible to forget the soft, womanly arse he had claimed only hours ago.

“Troubles, m’lord?” Æsa glanced over her shoulder and by the look on her face, he knew she understood, if not felt, the extent of the torment she inflicted upon him.

He shifted in the saddle, though it did little to ease his restlessness. Nothing would alleviate his erection save for one thing. And he knew his men would not be willing to stop, especially when home was so close.

He pulled back on the reins and slowed the horse’s pace, giving him and Æsa some privacy as they talked. “’Tis a good thing Jørgen is leading the way, for I am lost in the thought of your open thighs.”

Her shameless giggle tickled his insides. “That is hardly the words of a man with temperance. I should be appalled by your wicked tongue.”

He pulled her hair aside and tormented her with playful kisses on her neck. “My tongue,” he whispered, licking her just behind the lobe of her ear, “is the least of your worries.”

She flinched, trying to escape his sensual play, but failed as she had little room to move clutched in his embrace. “If you want a worried woman, you will not find one here. There is naught you could do to alarm me. The only thing I fear is the temperament of this horse as ‘tis forced to endure your aggressive encroachment of its female rider upon its back. I would not blame the poor animal if it resorted to bucking.”

“Hmm…” He gave thought to the horse springing into the air and the extra effort he would need to stay astride the thrashing animal. “I wager if you turn around and straddle me, we could both profit from such a wild ride.”

“You are an incorrigible man.”

“You will find there is no help for me. Curse the gods if you will for bringing me to you, but I will not cease to ponder your exquisite treasures or indulge myself whenever I get the notion. You are mine and I can do with you what I please.”

Æsa curled her spine and nestled into his chest, her head twisting enough for her lips to brush his neck. “Does that hold true for me as well?”

Gustaf swallowed hard, realizing she might be better at the game of seduction than he. “You have my consent to do whatever your little heart desires.”

Long black lashes batted over heavy-lidded eyes and she moistened her lips with the quick dart of her tongue. “What my little heart desires is the least of your worries, m’lord.”

He felt her hand on his thigh slide upward, stopping short of grazing his manhood, already throbbing with anticipation for her touch.

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