Highland Belle (Devereaux Family, #1) by Patricia Grasso

Author:Patricia Grasso
Language: por
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Night was never-ending inside the windowless chamber where Iain and Brigette slept. Although the cot was much too small, the reconciled lovers were reluctant to separate. When she fell onto the floor a second time, Brigette cursed and started for the empty cot, but Iain drew her back and pulled her on top of him. Thusly, he satisfied her, then kept her prisoner in that position.

Iain opened his eyes and wondered whether it was day or night. Brigette lay on top of him like a silken coverlet, her kitten's breath tickling his neck. The dragon, harmlessly flaccid, was still inside the heated folds of his lair.

Idly, Iain considered waking Brigette with an intimate jab. That arousing thought startled the dragon from his slumber and with his hands cupping his wife's buttocks, Iain swelled and moved inside her.

“Mmmmm.” Brigette moaned in her sleep.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Someone pounded on the door. Muttering his displeasure, Iain slid from beneath his sleeping wife, then smiled at her exposed back and buttocks. Damn! But Brie had the most fetching backside!

Disregarding his nudity, Iain crossed the chamber and yanked the door open. His man stood there, holding a pan of washing water and a package beneath his arm.

“Good mornin',” Dugie greeted. “I've brought fresh clothes."

“Set the pan on that table,” Iain instructed, taking the package.

Dugie cast a furtive glance at the cot. Brigette's naked glory was exposed to the world.

“She's sleepin',” Iain whispered, then grinned wickedly. “I willna’ mention ye were here."

When the door closed behind his man, Iain washed and dressed, then sat on the edge of the cot.

Leaning over, he flicked his tongue across the nape of Brigette's neck. She tensed and rolled over, then smiled drowsily at her husband who was unable to resist nuzzling her breasts and licking their rosy nipples. Brigette's breath caught in a ragged gasp.

“Yer body could incite a monk to lust,” Iain said, then chuckled throatily and added, “I'm certain the Pope would follow yer titties through the gates of hell."

“And you?"

“Unfortunately,” he answered, his thumb and forefinger tormenting a nipple, “I must ignore them until this evenin'. Dugie's waitin’ for us.” Iain chortled at her obvious disappointment. “There's clothin’ in that bag, and dinna dawdle over it. We've a fair distance to travel today."

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Iain paused at the door to study the cot. How he would have enjoyed waking Brigette with an intimate jab! “I believe,” he announced, “I'll purchase us a cot for Dunridge."

Lighthearted, Iain fairly danced down the stairs into the common room. At once, he became aware of the chamber's charged atmosphere. Dugie sat at one table while Bucko occupied another, and the two were glaring hostilely at each other.

After casting his man a puzzled look, Iain joined Bucko. “Thank ye for the excellent care ye've given my lassie."

“Humph.” Bucko snorted.

“Is there a problem?” Iain asked.

“Problem?” Bucko's fist crashed down on the table. “Ya man got a little too bold with my woman last night!"

Aggravated, Iain glanced at Dugie, then back at Bucko.

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