Page 44 of Viking in Love

“Someone is calling you,” she told him, her voice sounding sex-husky.

“’Tis Wulf,” he said when he recognized that the loud voice came from below.

He could see her slumberous facial expression change as she slowly realized where they were and what they had been doing. Soon, her cheeks and neck were a deep rose color.

“Get off of me, you big lout.”

He rolled over to his side, being careful to keep his balance. He did not even try to hide his enthusiastic erection.

Which she noticed, then quickly glanced away.

“You touched my breast,” she accused him with outrage.

“Oh, was that what it was? I thought it was a roof slate.”

She growled. She honest-to-God growled. “I cannot believe you seduced me on top of a roof.”

“Hey, you were the one who seduced me. If Wulf had not called for me, I would have been swiving you from one end of this roof to the other, and you would have been loving it.”

“Modesty becomes you, braggart.” She rose carefully to her feet and made her way slowly toward the ladder. Glancing down, she gasped, then looked back at him with ill-concealed disgust. “Another baby! There is a woman down there about to pop out another of your whelps, you randy goat.”

He smiled, figuring he could set her straight on that matter later. For now, he was enjoying the sight of her bending over in those tight breeches…and wondering how soon he could get into those breeches.

But then, reality hit him like a hammer to the head, as he recalled the promise he had made himself on the long journey back to Larkspur.

The princesses would be gone by nightfall.

She was going to be nice, dammit!…

Breanne had never been so embarrassed in her entire life. As she climbed down the ladder, it seemed as if everyone in the world was standing below, staring at her bottom in the tight braies, including the loathsome lout who had gone before her, after kissing her senseless.

What was I thinking?

I was not thinking!

“What are you all gaping at?” she snarled. “Have you ne’er seen a woman in braies afore?”

“’Tis not that, m’lady,” Caedmon said, taking her by the waist and lifting her down the last few steps. “’Tis a barefooted woman in braies standing atop a roof that has them stunned.”

She slapped his hands away now that her feet were on the ground. “My feet are shoeless because I have learned from experience that I get better purchase with my bare feet.”

“Do this a lot, do you?”

“Stop smirking, you dolt.”

“That is not a smirk. ’Tis a smile.”

“Well, do not smile then.”

Ingrith sidled up to her and whispered in her ear, “Breanne! You are supposed to be seducing the man, not antagonizing him.”

She turned to look at Caedmon. “Does he look antagonized?”

“Well, nay, now that you mention it, he looks—”

“Hail, all! Did you miss me?” Geoff, the blond god, rode up then on a black stallion fit for a king.

“Nice piece of horseflesh,” Wulf remarked.