The Bewitching Twin(44)
He kissed her softly. “Remember this moment and how very much I love you.”
She purred. “I will never forget how graciously, how gently, how provocatively you loved me.”
She arched her body as he plunged forward, and in an instant they joined as one. They moved in unison, their bodies swaying, their skin perspiring, their flesh aching, their lips tasting, and their passion soaring.
Rogan watched her toss her head back, felt her moan deep from inside, felt her hands grip his arms tightly, felt her tighten around him, heard her cry out her climax and felt himself explode like a star bursting in the universe.
He joined with her until they both were spent.
He pressed his forehead to hers, grazed her lips with his, and rolled off her to lie on his back beside her, hands joined, never wanting to let go of her.
He heard her sigh, felt her body relax beside him, and then she yawned.
“You are tired,” he said, turning on his side, and with his finger he brushed her hair off her damp face.
“I want very much to remain awake and—” She yawned again.
“You need to rest,” he said, pulling the light blanket over her.
“But it is our wedding night.”
“We have the rest of our lives together,” he reminded with a kiss.
“I feel I have deprived you of—”
He pressed a finger to her lips. “We sealed our vows. We are one under God and no one can come between us.”
“Are you sure?” Sleep slurred her words.
“I would want no other for a wife.”
She smiled, a yawn following. “I have chosen a good husband.”
“Then sleep and worry not for I am here beside you.”
Aliss snuggled against him. “I had never imagined such comfort with a man.”
“It will always be so.”
“Promise?”
“Promise,” he said, kissing her cheek and tucking the covers beneath her chin.
The morning dawned bright and Rogan was not surprised to find his bed empty. Aliss would not be able to start her day without checking on the ill, Daniel in particular, and he could not blame her. He wondered how the little lad fared himself.
She would be finished soon enough and then they would spend the day together uninterrupted, he hoped.
He had plans for the two of them and just the two of them. They would take a packed basket to the river and spend the day on the river’s bank. They would have time to talk or lie in each other’s arms, make love, nap, eat, and just be together.
He dressed in his plaid, a tan linen shirt, and his sandals. He combed his hair and let it fall as it would and then went to see to filling a basket. He smiled when he saw the spread of food the women had left on the table. It would be easy to pack a full basket and then go collect his wife and be off for the day.
That is, if Daniel was all right. He would not force her to go if Daniel needed her.
Rogan left the cottage to look for Aliss. He spotted her walking toward him.
She smiled and waved and hurried her steps.
He held out his arms; she ran into them and he swung her around.
“I missed you, wife.”
She laughed and clung to his neck. “I thought I would be back before you woke.”
“Is Daniel well?” he asked, a silent prayer on his lips.
Aliss beamed. “He does very well. He has some discomfort, but he handles it surprisingly well and is begging to get out of bed. I think he will heal remarkably fast.”
“I am glad to hear that,” he said, more relieved than she would ever know.
“Is that a basket of food I spy near the door?” she asked, stretching her neck to look at the cloth-covered basket.
“A surprise—”
“No more.” Aliss laughed and wiggled free of his arms.
Rogan let her go to run to the basket.
“I planned a day of food and rest, just for the two of us, near the river,” he confessed.
“Perfect,” Aliss said, grabbed the basket and then hooked his arm with hers. “Let’s go.”
Chapter 19
Aliss twisted her red hair and fastened it to her head with a comb. Her neck perspired not only from the weight of her long hair, but also from the heat of the day. The morning sun had grown considerably stronger by midday and she had no doubt the temperature would continue to climb.
Of course, the stroll she and Rogan had taken along the river’s edge had not helped and now she would like nothing more than to shed her clothes and jump into the refreshing water.
She watched him spread a blanket on the ground under the shade of a huge oak tree and marveled more at his well-defined body than his considerate actions.
Last night when she had returned to the cottage to find Rogan gone, she had not hesitated to undress and climb into his bed. They were after all husband and wife, and she had actually looked forward to their joining.