Arran had us back in our room before I knew where we were heading. The desperate kisses barely ended as he dropped me to the bed and ripped at the laces of his tunic. I tried to help him by tugging at his breeches, but Arran abruptly backed up, capturing my hands in one of his.
“Wait, wait. Laoina, before we do this, I have to make sure you’re of clear mind about it.” Arran urged. I snorted.
“I thought that was obvious by the way I was trying to get into your breeches.” I attempted to tug him towards me again, but instead, he knelt in front of me, tunic lacings half unstrung and showing off his lovely skin.
“No, that’s not what I mean, though it pleases me to hear you say so.” Arran rubbed the backs of my hands with his thumbs. “I wasn’t joking when I told you that we would be in bed fo
