Entrusted to a Highlander (Highland Promise Trilogy 2)

Her eyes opened wide along with a smile and Arran couldn’t stop from smiling.

“That was absolutely the best,” she said and squeezed his arms tight. “We need to do that often, husband.”

Arran chuckled. “As often as you want, wife.”

Purity touched his lips lightly. “I’m so glad your smile has returned. I love when you smile.”

He kissed her fingers. “You are the reason I smile again.”

He eased himself off her and before he could draw her against him, she was already snuggled there at his side, wrapped around him as if she couldn’t get close enough, and he happily hugged her against him.

“Now I won’t have to lie to my father that a bairn is possible,” she said with glee. She raised her head, wide eyes on him. “But we’ll need to keep coupling to make sure I get with child soon.”

“Every day,” he assured her, again wondering how he had gotten so lucky.

“Only once a day?” she asked, puzzled.

He really was lucky. “More if you’d like.” And he wondered over her sudden frown.

“Will it be too much for you?” she asked seriously, then shook her head. “A foolish thought since I recall you enjoyed yourself a couple of times a day.”

“So you watched me more than once in the barn?” he asked.

She shook her head again. “I saw you enter the barn with women and assumed…”

He gripped her chin with two fingers and raised her head so their eyes met. “You know well that I have known many woman, but never have I felt the profound pleasure that I share with you.”

Purity didn’t have to question whether he spoke the truth or not, she could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice. It filled her heart with joy and made this moment even more special for her.

“I’m glad to hear that, Arran,” she said softly. “It’s a good way for us to start our marriage.”

“I want you to know that not for a moment do I regret that I married you,” he said. “It was the wisest choice I ever made in my life and I look forward to the life we will share together.”

“I’m pleased to hear that and pleased to know you have no regrets over our marriage, and hope it remains that way.”

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t unless you have some dark, deep secret you haven’t told me, and could possibly anger me,” Arran said.

Purity forced a smile. She’d promised Raven she wouldn’t say a word and she had kept it all these years. She couldn’t betray her word now. She had given it years ago and would hold true to it, regardless that she’d wed Arran.

“How does your leg feel?” he asked, concerned.

She was honest with him. “A bit sore.”

“You should tend to it.”

“After we rest a bit,” she said, a yawn following.

He didn’t argue. He was far too comfortable lying there snuggled together, satiated after coupling. He didn’t want to move. And he didn’t mind when silence settled around them. It was more than comfortable simply lying there and saying not a word. It felt perfect. He let himself enjoy it and not worry of things that might come, challenges they might face. At the moment he wanted just what they had wrapped in each other’s arms—contentment.

Sleep snuck up on them and it was Purity who woke, how long after she didn’t know, and dared to run her hands gently over him as he had done to her. She wanted to know him as intimately as he had known her.

It didn’t take long for him to wake and take control of their lovemaking and she would have objected, but when his hands and lips worked their magic, she was completely lost to do anything but respond.

She found herself on her hands and knees on the bed, her husband pounding into her from behind and annoyed that she climaxed much too fast, though he did coax another climax out of her. And she was pleased to hear the lingering groan of his own release.

Morning found sleep still lingering in the both of them, though it didn’t stop Arran from pleasing his wife once again after her hand aroused his shaft.

They both yawned at the same time and laughed together as well, then fell asleep once more, Purity popping up in bed a couple of hours later.

“Princess and King,” she said as if realizing she hadn’t thought about them since last night.

“They’re with Quiver,” Arran said on a yawn. “I asked him to look after them for the night. I knew we’d be occupied and I was unsure how your father would treat them.”

“Probably not kindly,” Purity said and hurried out of bed, slipping past Arran’s hand that reached out to stop her.

“You don’t have to rush off,” he said.

“I want to make sure they’re all right,” Purity said, donning her garments and shoes, and taking a moment to run a comb through her hair before hurrying to braid it.