by the sound of a punch, and wee Liam’s voice piped up, “Why’d ye punch him, Uncle Duncle? Can ye teach me how to punch? Da says I will be a warrior one day, and warriors punch people, do they no’? Do it again, Uncle Duncle!”
“Gladly,” came the growled reply.
His brothers’ laughter faded into the sounds of the revelers as Malcolm reached Evelinde. He grabbed her around the waist and spun her in a circle. Before her feet touched the ground, he placed a kiss on her lips.
She was grinning when she pulled away. “What was that for?”
“I find myself suddenly unable to keep my hands off ye, wife,” he murmured, nuzzling at her neck. “Our lads are in good hands. Can I steal ye away?”
And—St. Thomas be praised!—she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Steal away, husband.”
And so he did.
Grinning mischievously, Evelinde pushed her nude husband down to sit at the edge of the bed.
“Wife,” he growled, “ye cannae smirk like that. And ‘tisnae fair for me to be naked when ye’re still clothed.”
She spun out of his reach, her pulse already pounding with need from his kisses on their way up to their chambers. “ ’Tis all part of my plan. Tonight, I’m seducing ye.”
Malcolm glanced down at his erect member. “Ye dinnae have to. We men are simple creatures. Show us a bit of ankle and we’re— St. Thomas’s uvula, lass!”
The last was uttered when, in one fluid movement, Evelinde pushed her gown off her hips. ‘Twas the nicest dress she’d ever owned, so she made a show of hanging it on the peg beside her other new gowns, all loaned from her new sisters-in-law or commissioned from the village.
In this position, she knew he was eying her arse, so Evelinde bent seductively to slide off her slippers. When she heard him moan, she grinned.
“And now…” She turned back to him and began to pull the pins from her hair. They were valuable, and she wanted to preserve them. She also knew he preferred her hair in simple braids, as it had been at the croft.
Smiling, she pulled her hair down around her shoulders and reached for the ties of her chemise.
Malcolm’s eyes followed her hands, and when he reached for his own cock, she grinned. She loved the way the two of them reacted to one another’s touch, and had from the moment he’d cradled her against him atop that horse.
The last few days had been a new beginning for them. Once the misunderstandings were out of the way, and once they’d both accepted their future was here, together, things had gotten…delicious.
Even his family had begun to tease them about how they always seemed to be touching one another, and with Liam and Tomas moved into the nursery with Nanny, Evelinde and Malcolm had plenty of opportunities to touch.
As the fine linen of her chemise pooled at her feet, Malcolm’s eyes skimmed hungrily over her breasts and stomach and hips. Reaching up, she slid her hands behind her hair and allowed the locks to drift lazily down as she stretched.
He spit on his hand and began stroking himself.
“Ye like what ye see, husband?” she murmured.
“Aye, lass.” His growl sent wonderful little shivers of need through her. “Ye should come over here so I can show ye exactly how much I like what I see.”
Her lips twitched as she eyed his stiff cock and the way his hand slid across the length. “If I come over there, ye’ll want to touch me. And I can touch myself just fine here.”
When he groaned, she grinned wickedly and dropped her hands to her breasts. First, she squeezed, then her fingers found her nipples and she circled the buds twice, before pinching them tightly. Droplets of milk formed at her left nipple, and Malcolm licked his lips.
She stepped toward him and he straightened, still stroking himself, as his breath came faster and faster. But before he could reach for her, she halted and dropped one hand to the curls between her legs.
“Ye want to touch me here, I would guess.”
“Aye.” He sounded hoarse. “I want to taste ye there, like I did last night.” His gaze flicked up to hers momentarily, before dropping again to where her fingertips brushed the hidden pearl of her pleasure. “Ye liked that.”
“I loved that, husband. But tonight…”
She stroked herself, and was surprised by the sound of need which came from her own lips. Dimly, she realized he’d stopped pumping at his