Part 28 (2/2)
He nodded as he struggled for breath. ”Aye, la.s.s. I like it. A lot.”
She smiled at him and started dancing again And as she danced, she started pulling off panels of the dress...
Ewan's throat went dry.
She lifted the hem of her skirt and crawled up on top of his bed to rest on her knees. Och, how she looked wild and wanton there. Like some manifestation of his dreams.
Not real, but a fey creation sent to torment him.
She pulled off another section of the dress and wrapped it around his neck, then used it to pull him close enough for her to kiss him.
Ewan moaned at the taste of her as every piece of him screamed out for the lady before him.
She was unlike anyone else on this earth.
He tossed the lute aside and gathered her forcefully into his arms.
Drunk with her sweet floral scent, he buried his head between the deep valley of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s so that he could taste the creamy skin.
She pulled at his s.h.i.+rt until he shrugged it off.
Nora hissed as she ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms, where she flexed her hand over his muscles. ”I love the way you look.”
He felt the same way.
She placed her hands on his biceps. ”Now move your arms.”
He did, and she bit her lip as if in the throes of pure s.e.xual bliss.
”I'm not doing anything, Nora.”
”I know, but the way your muscles feel...” She purred at him.
He shook his head in wonderment of her.
She laced her hands through his hair and nibbled his lips. How he loved the way this woman kissed him.
The way she looked at him as if he were the only man in the world to her.
She pushed him back on the bed and straddled his waist. ”Tell me how to please you.”
”You do that just by being with me.”
She smiled. ”Do I?”
He nodded.
Her smile widened as she rubbed herself against his swollen groin. He groaned at the feel of her there and imagined how much better she would soon feel as he removed his trewes.
”Is there nothing else I can do?”
”That is a good start, my love.” He reached up and unlaced her dress until her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were free to his starving gaze.
Ewan held her close, his heart pounding.
How strange, the only place he'd ever felt at home was in her arms. She made him feel warm and welcomed.
No one else had ever offered him so much.
Marry her.
How he wished he could. But he didn't know who she was. Who her family was.
Does it matter?
Aye, it could. Politics was a large part of his family's life, and any decision he made would affect all of them. Even the simple act of running off with Isobail had caused a feud that had killed countless members of their clan.
That feud had taken the lives of almost all his sister-in-law's brothers. It had caused years of deaths and property waste. Total devastation.
He wasn't free to just pick a la.s.s and marry her.
Everything he did could have a major impact on his clan and his brothers' lives.
And yet even though he knew that, he couldn't bring himself to get out of this bed and leave her. She was like some missing part of himself.
A vital part of himself.
Nora watched Ewan's face as he pulled back from their kiss to look down at her. His arms were braced on each side of her, and he stared at her as if trying to memorize her face.
There was a dark, deep sadness to him tonight. One that seemed more severe than the other times she had seen that look on his face.
”What is on your mind, my lord, that you look as if the Second Coming is upon you?”
”Tell me who you are, Nora. Who is your family?”
”Does it matter so much? Can I not be a peasant?”
”Are you?”
”If I said aye, would you toss me out?”
He ran his forefinger over the arch of her brow and studied her face as if he were trying to discern the truth.
”Nay,” he breathed, ”I would not.”
”Then pretend I am peasant born. Let me be a gypsy like Catarina with no family ties to bind me.”
”And when your father finds you?”