Page 76 of The Laird's Wicked Game

Their gazes drew out, and his lips tilted at the edges. His green eyes then darkened in a way she’d come to know well. “Are ye finished with yer bannock?”

“Aye.”

“Good.” He removed both the trays from the bed before dragging his lèine off, over his head, in a swift movement and kicking off his braies. “I think we’ll stay abed for a little longer this morning.”

“Is that so?” Her gaze slid hungrily over his nakedness. His body was one of a mature man; it bore the scars of over three decades. His chest was broad, his torso strong, and his legs and arms were heavily muscled. Her breathing quickened though when her attention moved down to his shaft: erect and hungry for her.

“Aye.” His voice lowered to a sultry growl that made need clutch low in her belly.

Wriggling out of her thin night-rail, she tossed the garment aside. She marked how his chest now rose and fell sharply and swiftly.

Her gaze then flicked to the shelf behind him, where a familiar red leather-bound book sat. “It’s been a while since we opened The Art of Coupling,” she teased.

His eyes glinted. He glanced over his shoulder before reaching out and plucking the book off the shelf. “That’s true … shall we let it fall open and see what it chooses for us?”

“Why not?” she replied huskily. She liked this side of Rae. His playfulness and sensuality thrilled her, as did the challenge in his gaze.

With a slow smile that made her feel dizzy with desire, he opened the volume, and let his fingers fan through the pages—and then, to her surprise, he tossed it into the air.

The book flipped and fell open, face down, upon the blankets.

Rae winked at her before his smile turned wicked. “Go on … take a peek.”