Entrusted to a Highlander (Highland Promise Trilogy #2) - Donna Fletcher Page 0,73
not for a moment do I regret that I married you,” he said. “It was the wisest choice I ever made in my life and I look forward to the life we will share together.”
“I’m pleased to hear that and pleased to know you have no regrets over our marriage, and hope it remains that way.”
“I don’t see why it wouldn’t unless you have some dark, deep secret you haven’t told me, and could possibly anger me,” Arran said.
Purity forced a smile. She’d promised Raven she wouldn’t say a word and she had kept it all these years. She couldn’t betray her word now. She had given it years ago and would hold true to it, regardless that she’d wed Arran.
“How does your leg feel?” he asked, concerned.
She was honest with him. “A bit sore.”
“You should tend to it.”
“After we rest a bit,” she said, a yawn following.
He didn’t argue. He was far too comfortable lying there snuggled together, satiated after coupling. He didn’t want to move. And he didn’t mind when silence settled around them. It was more than comfortable simply lying there and saying not a word. It felt perfect. He let himself enjoy it and not worry of things that might come, challenges they might face. At the moment he wanted just what they had wrapped in each other’s arms—contentment.
Sleep snuck up on them and it was Purity who woke, how long after she didn’t know, and dared to run her hands gently over him as he had done to her. She wanted to know him as intimately as he had known her.
It didn’t take long for him to wake and take control of their lovemaking and she would have objected, but when his hands and lips worked their magic, she was completely lost to do anything but respond.
She found herself on her hands and knees on the bed, her husband pounding into her from behind and annoyed that she climaxed much too fast, though he did coax another climax out of her. And she was pleased to hear the lingering groan of his own release.
Morning found sleep still lingering in the both of them, though it didn’t stop Arran from pleasing his wife once again after her hand aroused his shaft.
They both yawned at the same time and laughed together as well, then fell asleep once more, Purity popping up in bed a couple of hours later.
“Princess and King,” she said as if realizing she hadn’t thought about them since last night.
“They’re with Quiver,” Arran said on a yawn. “I asked him to look after them for the night. I knew we’d be occupied and I was unsure how your father would treat them.”
“Probably not kindly,” Purity said and hurried out of bed, slipping past Arran’s hand that reached out to stop her.
“You don’t have to rush off,” he said.
“I want to make sure they’re all right,” Purity said, donning her garments and shoes, and taking a moment to run a comb through her hair before hurrying to braid it.
Arran thought to drag her back to bed, not to couple more, but just to lie there with her in his arms. He enjoyed holding her, feeling her warm and naked body against him and knowing that she belonged to him and he to her. But he understood her worry, recalling how her father had forbid her from having any animals of her own. He never understood why the man wanted to keep his daughter from being loved.
When he saw how she favored her one leg, he was quick to get out of bed and go to her. “You need to see to your leg before you do anything.”
“After I see how Princess and King do,” Purity said dismissively.
“NO!”
That got her attention, her brow rising considerably when she turned to him.
“Your leg has far from healed.” He looked down, pointing to it.
Purity cringed when she saw the sizeable bruise, though it truly looked worse than it felt, the comfrey soak having helped some. She doubted she could convince her husband of that.
“I’m sending for Wren and you will stay off it until Wren advises otherwise,” he ordered, leaving no room for objection. “I’ll see to the animals.”
“I’m not remaining abed,” she argued, the thought of being confined to the bed for the day unbearable. “My leg is bruised and sore, and it will heal. There is no reason to make a fuss over it.”
He took hold of her chin. “I’m your husband, and I can fuss over