She shook her head. “We have to find the book,” she whispered back.
The couple finally retired, and Tavis’s eyes crossed as he waited to see if the bedsprings would hit him in the face. It was close.
The woman giggled. “What are you doing?”
“We’re at a bed-and-breakfast. I say we get our money’s worth.”
“I thought you were tired.”
“Just a little quickie.” The bed squeaked, and Tavis heard clothing being removed. Anna’s hand clenched on his, and her eyes rounded as nightclothes and underthings fell to the floor. Tavis was sweating, imagining getting caught. Imagining it being him and Anna in the bed. His cock was hard, and his stomach burned with indigestion. Damned time vault.
The woman giggled again.
To hell with this. Tavis motioned for Anna to follow him, and he slowly slid out from under the bed. The room was dark, and the lovers were so preoccupied, Tavis figured they might have a chance to get out. They’d have to come back, but by God he wasn’t going to lie under the bed and listen to them while he was ready to burst. He bumped his head once, but the occupants of the bed didn’t notice. He stayed on the floor until Anna was beside him, and then they crawled to the door. Tavis opened it and slipped out. Anna followed, and they quietly closed the door before hurrying back to their room.
“Can you believe that?”
Anna grabbed Tavis and kissed him.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
HIS SURPRISED “WHAT?” was drowned between them. He kissed her until his lips were numb. Anna leaned back and started to unbuckle his belt. “What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do since I saw you,” she said.
Well hell. He pulled his shirt off while she fiddled with his zipper. “Careful, I almost re-circumcised myself this morning.” But she was better with zippers. Her shirt was like his, so he pulled it over her head while she pushed his borrowed trousers and underwear down. He stopped to kick off his boots, and she removed the rest of her clothing.
“Bloody hell,” he said when she was naked. “You’re perfect.”
She was looking at him, also naked now, her eyes burning a trail from his chest to his thighs. “So are you.” She ran her fingertips over his battle marks, and he felt a tingle all the way through to his back. This wasn’t just desire. It was something beyond. Flames licked at his body and mind like he’d fallen headfirst into a campfire. Her fingers moved lower, down his stomach. His muscles twitched in response, right along with another part which was standing at attention. She let one finger move down the line of hair that led to his groin. His eyes followed the movement. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. She stopped. He looked down at her, but she was focused on the neediest part of him. She dropped to her knees. Oh God.
When he could think clearly, he gently moved her away. “I’m not going to be any good to you if you keep that up.” He lifted her and stepped closer, putting one leg between hers, running his hands over her arse. What an arse it was. He nuzzled her neck and urged her back toward the bed. “Lie down. It’s my turn.”
She sucked in a hard breath, and he proceeded to give her as much pleasure as she’d given him. But he was stronger, or he wanted to believe he was, so when she pulled at his hair and whispered that he needed to move now, he didn’t. She twisted and moaned, and before she had opened her eyes, he moved up her body and nudged the crest of her legs. “Are you ready for me now?” He didn’t want to go the last step without her permission.
She grabbed his arse and threw her legs around his thighs in one move. “Now!”
“All right,” he grunted, and slid into her, trying to go slow.
She bit his shoulder. “Come on.”
“Bollocks.” He was burning and tingling all over. He drove into her, again and again, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He let go, and every muscle, every bone, every hair on his body felt like it came apart. When it was over, they lay close together, trying to catch their breath.
Anna buried her face in his shoulder. “I think I’ve made a mistake.”
Tavis’s heart gave a dull thud. “What?”
“About sex. After what happened to my mother, I’ve looked at sex as a weapon.”
“Only for the depraved.” Like that fat guard. “It’s supposed to be like this. A thing of beauty.”
“It was that,” she said, running her fingers over his stomach. “And more.”
Tavis’s heart felt nigh to bursting. He held her closer, stroking her hip. “I remember where it is.”
She smiled. “I know you know where it is.”
“Not that. The book. I think I know where Angus hid it. I saw him near the bookcase.”
“We’ve got to get back in there,” Anna said.
“Aye.”
“We’ll do it while they’re asleep.” Anna looked at her watch. “It’s eleven. We’ll wait two hours.” And maybe they could repeat what they’d just done.
They didn’t need two hours. It was apparent when that the couple was sleeping. They both snored. “This is in our favor,” Anna said. “We could break down the door, and they would never hear us.”
“We don’t need to do that. There’s a ledge outside our window that leads to theirs. The glass was opened a few inches when we were there.”
“I didn’t notice,” Anna said. “Someone might see us. Our window faces the street.”
“It’s dark.” He pulled back the curtain. “I’ll climb out and go through and get the book.”
“We’ll climb out and go through and get the book.”
“You’re stubborn.”
Anna shrugged. “I’m not planning on changing.”
“Let’s get this book,” he said.
They climbed onto the ledge. Nothing ever goes exactly as planned. They didn’t count on Mrs. Edwards being outside. “What’s she doing at this bloody hour?” Tavis whispered, pressing his back to the wall. Anna was right beside him.
“She’s doing something to that light fixture. Good grief,” Anna said. “She’s replacing a bulb. Hurry.”
They crept along the wall slowly. They had reached the window when the light came on. Mrs. Edwards looked at it, her expression pleased. Just then the man let out a snore that rattled the window. Mrs. Edwards looked up, and Tavis was certain they would be spotted. He started thinking of possible excuses why they were standing on the ledge outside another guest’s window when an owl swooped past Mrs. Edwards’s head. She let out a screech, and the owl flew away. Mrs. Edwards ran inside.
“I don’t believe it,” Anna said. “Saved by an owl.”
“That was strange.” But he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. They moved along the ledge to the next window. It was still open a crack, and the man was still snoring.
“How do they sleep through that?” Anna asked.
“Be thankful they snore. Or else we’d have to knock them out and take the book.”
They lifted the window and crept inside. There was enough light from the newly replaced lightbulb outside that they didn’t need a flashlight—a good thing since he didn’t have one. Then Anna pulled out her phone, tapped it, and a light sprang forth.
She kept it low as he searched the bookshelf. He’d seen Angus on the side near the wall. He quietly pulled books out, stopping when the man and woman ceased snoring, and resuming when they did. He found the satchel hidden behind several books and gently removed it.
“Is that it?” Anna asked.
Tavis eased the satchel open and looked inside. The Book of Battles was there.
“This is it?” Sean asked as everyone leaned closer, trying to get a look. Anna had peeked inside, but she and Tavis had both been hesitant to touch it.