lest I have a mind to ravish her at noontide."
Chapter 9
Viviana felt very wicked indeed.
Chewing on the side of her lip, she twirled the wedding band on her finger that felt a little more familiar this day. She swayed with the motion of the carriage as she studied the vision inside her head. Laird Kraig looked positively succulent atop his steed—naked. He stared at her with deep blue eyes, or were they green? It didn't matter. He was naked. Mayhap the fact she wasn't wearing undergarments was why she'd managed to work herself into a tizzy envisioning her new husband in the flesh outside the carriage window.
It was a fine fantasy. Sculpted muscles glistened with a sheen of sweat. His thighs and thick calves rippled as he guided the black stallion onward. And, oh, the man was well-endowed.
Truly a living masterpiece.
Laird Kraig had been in her thoughts since that morn when he'd nibbled on her ear and threatened to ravish her. For hours now, he'd hummed cheerfully outside her window while she stripped him of his garments in her head. She'd pictured him on his horse—naked. On the bench seat across from her—naked. And then on the bench seat beside her—naked.
God save her, but by noontide she was naked with him, and oh, what the man could do with his tongue was deliciously sinful.
Mannaggia! Moisture gathered between her crossed legs and perspiration made her breasts stick to her ribs. She fanned her face. Never had she brought herself to such arousal with thoughts of her previous husbands. While she once thought Radolfo might satisfy her early in their marriage, he never concerned himself with her needs and always finished the deed moments after he started.
"Would ye mind if I sat a spell, m'lady?"
Viviana snapped her shoulders back, startled by Remi's voice.
"My arse needs a wee bit o' relief." He spoke through the window, and she could only assume he stood on the footstep of the moving carriage.
Remi would free her from her lust-filled thoughts. She smiled and nodded, thankful for the company. The door swung open and Miocchi's movements became anxious beside her. "Out."
The dog left her side, and Remi took his place with a loud exhale. "Good, den, m'lady."
She couldn't see his smile, but knew it was there. "Good den, Signore Remi."
"I see ye are still wearing my bracelet."
Viviana had plenty of baubles, but none of them were gifts from the heart. "I am."
Horse hooves clomped outside her window. She felt Laird Kraig's gaze on her. The carriage provided no buffer from his attraction. Her cheeks heated. Thank the Lord in Heaven the man couldn't see her thoughts.
"What do ye think ye are doing?" The lilt of jealousy touched Laird Kraig's voice and made Viviana giddy inside. Neither of her first two husbands ever made such a fuss over her.
"Ye gods." Remi's hair brushed her arm as he leaned over her to look at Laird Kraig through the opposite window. Thankfully the man had bathed as he was practically lying in her lap. "Am I not allowed to speak to m'lady?"
"Ye are allowed, just mind your tongue and dinnae be eyeing her favors." Laird Kraig paced his steed at a trot beside the carriage. The two men bickered like a pair of old hens. They were more entertaining than the jesters at the palace.
Remi leaned forward to rummage through the bench seat opposite them. He tossed a soft wool blanket on her lap then continued his search.
"What are you about, Signore Remi?"
"I know I saw a... here 'tis." Remi settled back beside her and snatched the wool from her lap. "Once we reach the mountains, your beastie will be in need of a heavier coat. I thought I might make him one until he can adjust to a colder climate."
"Ouish!" Laird Kraig most likely rolled his eyes or some other annoying habit she had yet to pinpoint.
She ignored his foul mood and sat up straighter, eager to help Remi. "What can I do?"
The frayed edge of the blanket filled her hands. "Pull the threads apart and tie the ends
Chapter 9
Viviana felt very wicked indeed.
Chewing on the side of her lip, she twirled the wedding band on her finger that felt a little more familiar this day. She swayed with the motion of the carriage as she studied the vision inside her head. Laird Kraig looked positively succulent atop his steed—naked. He stared at her with deep blue eyes, or were they green? It didn't matter. He was naked. Mayhap the fact she wasn't wearing undergarments was why she'd managed to work herself into a tizzy envisioning her new husband in the flesh outside the carriage window.
It was a fine fantasy. Sculpted muscles glistened with a sheen of sweat. His thighs and thick calves rippled as he guided the black stallion onward. And, oh, the man was well-endowed.
Truly a living masterpiece.
Laird Kraig had been in her thoughts since that morn when he'd nibbled on her ear and threatened to ravish her. For hours now, he'd hummed cheerfully outside her window while she stripped him of his garments in her head. She'd pictured him on his horse—naked. On the bench seat across from her—naked. And then on the bench seat beside her—naked.
God save her, but by noontide she was naked with him, and oh, what the man could do with his tongue was deliciously sinful.
Mannaggia! Moisture gathered between her crossed legs and perspiration made her breasts stick to her ribs. She fanned her face. Never had she brought herself to such arousal with thoughts of her previous husbands. While she once thought Radolfo might satisfy her early in their marriage, he never concerned himself with her needs and always finished the deed moments after he started.
"Would ye mind if I sat a spell, m'lady?"
Viviana snapped her shoulders back, startled by Remi's voice.
"My arse needs a wee bit o' relief." He spoke through the window, and she could only assume he stood on the footstep of the moving carriage.
Remi would free her from her lust-filled thoughts. She smiled and nodded, thankful for the company. The door swung open and Miocchi's movements became anxious beside her. "Out."
The dog left her side, and Remi took his place with a loud exhale. "Good, den, m'lady."
She couldn't see his smile, but knew it was there. "Good den, Signore Remi."
"I see ye are still wearing my bracelet."
Viviana had plenty of baubles, but none of them were gifts from the heart. "I am."
Horse hooves clomped outside her window. She felt Laird Kraig's gaze on her. The carriage provided no buffer from his attraction. Her cheeks heated. Thank the Lord in Heaven the man couldn't see her thoughts.
"What do ye think ye are doing?" The lilt of jealousy touched Laird Kraig's voice and made Viviana giddy inside. Neither of her first two husbands ever made such a fuss over her.
"Ye gods." Remi's hair brushed her arm as he leaned over her to look at Laird Kraig through the opposite window. Thankfully the man had bathed as he was practically lying in her lap. "Am I not allowed to speak to m'lady?"
"Ye are allowed, just mind your tongue and dinnae be eyeing her favors." Laird Kraig paced his steed at a trot beside the carriage. The two men bickered like a pair of old hens. They were more entertaining than the jesters at the palace.
Remi leaned forward to rummage through the bench seat opposite them. He tossed a soft wool blanket on her lap then continued his search.
"What are you about, Signore Remi?"
"I know I saw a... here 'tis." Remi settled back beside her and snatched the wool from her lap. "Once we reach the mountains, your beastie will be in need of a heavier coat. I thought I might make him one until he can adjust to a colder climate."
"Ouish!" Laird Kraig most likely rolled his eyes or some other annoying habit she had yet to pinpoint.
She ignored his foul mood and sat up straighter, eager to help Remi. "What can I do?"
The frayed edge of the blanket filled her hands. "Pull the threads apart and tie the ends
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