Page 39 of The Chief's Wild Promise
“What’s this?”
Murmuring something under her breath, she rolled onto her side to face him. Her full breasts gleamed in the firelight, their small pink nipples tempting him.
Trying to focus on what he’d just discovered rather than his wife’s glorious tits, Bran waved the book. “This.”
Her gaze snapped wide. “Oh, cods.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Indeed.”
She swallowed. “How much have ye read?”
“Enough.”
Muttering an oath, she sat up, her wild hair spilling over her shoulders. “I meant to hide it … I should have.”
Her response was oddly endearing, as was the blush that now stained her cheeks. He liked seeing Makenna flustered.
Deliberately keeping his expression veiled, he looked down at the page he’d just finished reading—which described in graphic detail how to pleasure a woman’s quim. Realization dawned then. The night before, he’d been delighted by how well his virgin bride had known her body, how confidently she’d instructed him.
Now, he understood why.
“Where did ye get it?”
She gnawed at her bottom lip. “One of my sisters gave the book to me … as a wedding present.” The blush on her cheeks glowed now. “Kylie wanted my wedding night to be … easier.”
Bran fell silent as he considered this revelation. So, Rae Maclean’s wife had given Makenna this ‘love manual’. He frowned, even as his gut tensed. He preferred not to think about the chieftain of Dounarwyse, whom he still considered an enemy, rutting his wife.
“Are ye vexed?” she asked finally.
Her question made him still. Makenna’s eyes were shadowed. She was worried she’d offended him. She hadn’t, although shehadtaken him by surprise. Life with this woman certainly wouldn’t be boring.
“No,” he replied, his lips tugging into a teasing smile. “Although I can see I will need to study this later … in readiness for tonight.”
Licking honey off her fingers, Makenna caught her husband giving her a hungry look that had nothing to do with the delicious griddle scones and blossom honey Fiona had brought up for them. Their gazes locked, and her breathing grew shallow as her belly fluttered. Her desire for him didn’t yet show any sign of abating. Instead, it was growing.
When Bran had discovered The Art of Coupling, she’d been mortified. What must he think of her?
But his response surprised her. Tossing the book aside, he’d climbed back into bed and hauled her into his arms. He’d taken her hard as the dawn light filtered into her bower, plunging deep while she wrapped her legs around his hips, dug her heels into his arse, and raked her fingernails down his back. Her eager response had driven him wild, and his hoarse cry had joined hers when he’d shattered.
She’d thought he’d be sated, but one look in his eyes now told her he wanted her again.
Her quim started to ache in response. Despite that she was a little sore down there now, she needed him too, with a force that made dizziness sweep over her.
She was grateful that they were able to break their fasts alone. Fortunately, they weren’t expected to join everyone else in the great hall this morning. Just as well, for Makenna wasn’t ready to face her sisters—Liza and Kylie, especially—and their knowing smiles. The tower house’s walls were thick, but she and Bran had made a lot of noise during their coupling. Her especially.
“If yer father and his hounds weren’t waiting for me downstairs, we wouldn’t be leaving this chamber,” he growled.
Makenna’s breathing quickened. There was time for him to take her again. They didn’t have to disrobe. He could push her up against the wall, lift her skirts, and—
A brisk knock cut off her heated thoughts then, and her gaze jerked to the door.
“Hurry yerselves up.” Her mother’s lilting voice carried through the thick oak separating them. “Yer father wants to get an early start.”
Makenna grimaced, all lusty thoughts fleeing. “Aye, Ma,” she called back. “We shall be down shortly.”
She glanced back at her husband then, to find Bran wearing a half-smile, even as heat still smoldered in his eyes. Their gazes held for a long, delicious moment, and she found herself wishing it were the evening already.
“Arsebiter… that’s quite a name for a sword.”