Medieval Monday is back, with a new twist. This time around we post excerpts that fulfill a different requirement each week. This week we must post a scene with food. So my excerpt will be a little risqué one from Beleaguered, Book 3 of my medieval series Time Enough to Love.
She stared first at her bedaubed body then at him. “What is that?”
“Honey, my sweet.”
She tilted her head. “The honeyed pears from our feast?”
“The same.” He grinned, watching her closely. Would this suit her playful sense or no?
Dropping her head back on the pillow, she giggled, a delicious sound in his ears. “I suppose now I cannot even take my rest lest I awake to find a…a…pudding on my stomach.”
He chuckled. “You are much tastier than a pudding, love.”
She squealed as he dipped his head to lap at the other breast.
He licked the golden swirls he had dribbled over her as she slept, savoring the sweetness of both honey and delicate flesh.
“That tickles, Geoffrey.” She laughed and wiggled. “I will still be a sticky mess no matter how well you work there.”
“Then I must be more diligent, sweetheart.” He applied his tongue vigorously to the honey.
“I say if one be a mess then ’twere best both were.” She stared at him, a new hunger in her eyes.
Visions arose of her tongue licking honey from his chest, his stomach, his… His cock leaped, insistent once more.
Oh, let it be done.
He grabbed Alyse by the arms and rolled them until he lay flat on the bed with her overtop of him.
“All right, madam.” He ran his finger down her breast, gathering some of the honey that still clung there then caught it with his tongue. “’Tis your turn.” He gestured to the opened jar of pears and stretched his arms wide. “I promise you, revenge will be sweet.”
She slipped her hand into the pot and grabbed one of the slices, dripping with the sticky honey.
What would be her first point of attack? He held his breath, quivering.
Her gaze shifted from his face to his chest. His pulse quickened. Would she give him measure for measure and…
She leaned over and plopped the slice of pear onto his right nipple.
The cool, sticky pear and the touch of her slender fingers sent a shudder of desire hurtling toward his heated shaft. Ah, ’twas torture of the sweetest kind.
Hope you enjoyed this excerpt! See you next week!