Part 25 (1/2)
Chapter 8.
”Ewan, please tell me that you dinna get hurt.” Frantically, Nora searched his body, looking for injuries.
Ewan couldn't draw his breath for a full minute. The fall hadn't hurt anything much more than his dignity and had knocked the wind from him.
But he had to admit he liked the feeling of her hands running over his body. Liked seeing the concern on her face.
”I got your brat,” he said around his aching ribs and back, handing it to her.
”Oh, forget the silly brat. You've been hurt.”
Silly brat?
Nowthe brat was silly?
Ewan frowned at her. He wasn't really hurt, but he didn't want her to know that. She was running her hands up and down his body as if searching for injuries, and even though he should be sated after their tryst, he wasn't.
He could take her again, right now.
And that surprised him most of all.
”Should I go get Lysander or Pagan?” she asked.
”Nay,” he quickly a.s.sured her. Those two would laugh and know in an instant he wasn't hurt. ”I think I can manage with your help.”
”What should I do?”
Ewan stifled a wolfish grin. He should feel guilty for taking advantage of her this way, but he didn't. He enjoyed her concern and care.
”Ow!” he said as she touched his thigh.
”Are you hurt there?”
”Aye.”
She ran her hand around his leg to his inner thigh. Ewan clenched his teeth as a fiery need stabbed his groin while she rubbed his leg in an effort to alleviate his ache.
Little did she know, she was only adding to it.
”What about your back?” she asked. ”Are you hurt there?”
”Perhaps. It throbs so that I canna tell.”
She helped him to sit up.
Ewan closed his eyes as she explored his back with her hands. But in truth, he'd rather she do so with her mouth.
His groin jerked at the thought.
When she started to move away, he groaned as if in pain. ”My right shoulder.”
Nora ma.s.saged the joint. ”Here?
”Aye.”
Her hands dipped lower, and lower. Och, but the la.s.s felt good.
Too good. Her hands were the most blessed pain reliever he'd ever known. For this amount of her undivided attention, he'd gladly fall out of another tree.
She helped him to his feet.
Ewan made sure he didn't put too much weight on her as he limped along beside her.
He'd never had anyone care for him like this. His brothers would have laughed, then kicked him up and told him not to cry like a la.s.s. His mother had at times tried to pamper him, but with three other sons, she'd been ever occupied by their needs, and so he'd gone forgotten while she rushed to tend Braden, Kieran or Lochlan.
He had to admit he liked the way Nora cared for him. Liked the idea of having her complete and undivided attention.
Most of all he liked where his hand rested.
”Ewan? Could you please lower your hand a bit?”
He reluctantly moved it from her breast, and did exactly as she said and placed it just below her bosom so that he could still feel the curve of her.
Aye, a man could get used to this. But in truth, he'd rather still be cupping the soft mound. Feeling the hard nipple of her tease his palm.
Nora had nice b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Not too large and not too small.
A perfect handful.
And that thought made him even harder. He looked back at the trees and whimpered in need.
”Did I hurt you?” she asked.
”Nay, love,” he said gruffly, wis.h.i.+ng they didn't travel with the gypsies after all.
They approached the others.
”What has happened?” Catarina asked as soon as she saw them.
”Ewan fell from a tree while retrieving my brat,” Nora explained. ”I think he's injured his leg and his back.”
Ewan saw the suspicious looks from the men and a knowing, taunting grin from Pagan.
”Fell from a tree, eh?” Pagan asked in a whispered tone just for Ewan.
Ewan gave him a wicked glare. When he spoke, he made sure to keep his words low enough so that Nora couldn't overhear them. ”Och now, you're just jealous you don't have a beautiful la.s.s to dote upon you.”
Pagan surprised him with a laugh. ”True enough. For a taste of those lips, I'd gladly throw myself down a mountainside.”