Page 47 of Viking in Love

Does she purr?

Does she scratch when in the throes of…

Nay, nay, nay! I am not thinking THAT.

He stood, as did Wulf and Geoff.

“M’lord. I wish to speak with you.”

Stick out your tongue, sweetling. I just want to check…God’s breath! I am losing my mind! “Uh, mayhap later.”

“Now!” she demanded, and shoved Wulf aside with her hip, sliding into his chair.

Caedmon arched his brows at her action, which had Wulf smirking as he displaced Henry from his position in front of the next chair. Truth to tell, Caedmon had to admire the lady’s persistence, even if it was at his expense.

“Have a caution, Breanne,” Rashid spoke up. “Spurs that are too sharp make even the mule rear.”

“Shut your teeth, Rashid,” she said.

“Is he referring to me as a mule?” Caedmon asked.

“Jackass would be more appropriate, I would think,” Breanne said sweetly.

“Wouldst care for some boar?” he inquired just as sweetly, picking up the whole, half-eaten shank and plopping it on a wooden trencher between the two of them. Some of the juice splashed up onto her gown. “How clumsy of me!” He dipped a linen square into a cup of water and began to dab at her bodice. Immediately, he felt her nipple bud under his whisking fingers, and his fingers started to tingle with heat.

She slapped his hand away. “You oaf! I mean, that is not necessary, m’lord. It happens to all of us betimes.”

And betimes it happens deliberately. “Getting aroused?”

“Oh, you are insufferable! Spilling something, that is what I meant. Blessed Freyja! How can you make the most innocent remark sexual?”

With ease.

“Mayhap because he always has sex on his mind.” Geoff leaned forward to speak across him to her.

’Tis true.

Geoff continued, “My friend is very virile…”

Oh, good God!

“…in case you had not noticed all the bratlings that abound here.”

How can you miss them?

She glared at Geoff as if he were something objectionable beneath her shoes. Apparently being the blond god did not give him license to be a clod.

Caedmon glared, too, though he knew it would not stop Geoff when he was on a teasing tear.

“Where is your bride-to-be?” Breanne asked Geoff.

“Busy fluffing up the marriage bed.”

Good retort!

She bristled. “Does she know what she is getting herself into?”

“Oh, yea, she does, but ’tis more like what she wants me to get into. A tight squeeze, if you get my meaning, but, not to fear, she is well-satisfied with what I got into.”