The Barbarian’s Vow (Barbarian Duet #2)

J em only broke the kiss when he was forced to gasp for breath. Cador kicked the door shut, and they stumbled to the carpet beside the bed. Jem inhaled Cador’s mossy scent deeply, elation and desire blossoming.

“You’re my husband, and I’m no virgin,” Jem mumbled between kisses, spreading his legs for Cador to rut against him, welcoming his crushing weight. No more games or denial.

But he could feel the book still wedged in Cador’s vest, and he pushed against his shoulders. “Wait, wait.”

Sitting back on his heels, Cador panted, rubbing himself through his sodden leather trousers. “Will you punish me now by waiting?” He smiled, but it was strained—as if he truly feared Jem would deny him and made a jest of it.