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firm bottom.
    His hands moved beneath her, cupping her breasts, playing with the erect nipples.
    She lifted her ass higher in the air.
    Adrenaline rushed through his veins like liquid fire. She wanted him to take her.
    One hand slipped between her thighs, to find her hot and dripping, so ready.
    He entered her, sliding easily inside her wet heat.
    She cried out as he moved against her. He was already so excited, he would not be able to hold off for long.
    She spread her thighs wider, lifting her hips with each stroke. He slowed his pace, kissing her neck, her spine, enjoying the moan that came from low in her throat.
    “You feel so good, Brochan,” she said on a moan.
    “Do I?” he asked, pleased by her words.
    “Mmmm. I could get used to this.” Her channel gripped him harder, and the familiar pulsing followed.
    He joined her, climaxing, his seed shooting inside her.With a satisfied groan he fell on top of her, his heart pounding hard against her back.
    She turned in his arms, going into his embrace.
    “The guards tell me you have not eaten today, Annabelle.”
    She shrugged. “I’m not hungry.”
    “Why?”
    “I’m bored, I suppose. Nothing sounds good, particularly the greasy venison they brought up earlier.”
    He brushed back her hair from her face, taking in her flushed cheeks and sleepy eyes. “I know it is not much better than spending your days in this chamber, but how would ye like working in the kitchen?”
    Her eyes narrowed as she watched him.
    “I thought the news would please you.”
    “I would like to work in the kitchen. My head just hurts so badly, I can scarcely think. Remind me never to drink wine again.”
    He laughed, relieved her humor had returned in force. “I will tell Helda to expect you in the kitchen today.”
    “How about we try it tomorrow instead,” she said, rubbing her temples.
    “Do you think you are up to it? Helda runs her kitchen with an iron fist.”
    “I know my way around a kitchen, Brochan. Trust me, we’ll get along just fine…after I’ve had about ten hours of sleep. I have never been any good at drinking, and now was not the time to start.”
    He stood, knowing he should return to his men. Ironically, he had no desire to leave her, wishing instead to scoop her in his arms and take her to his chamber, and make love to her for the rest of the day.
    She rolled over, not bothering to cover herself with theblanket. Oh, but she was beautiful, her curvy hips making him want her again already.
    “Brochan?”
    He tied his braies and reached for his tunic. “Hmm?”
    “Who is Eva to you?”
    He had one arm through his tunic, but stopped short, shocked to hear her question. How in the world did she know of Eva? He frowned. “She lives in the village.”
    She watched him intently, her eyes narrowing a little. “But what is she to you?”
    He dropped his gaze to his feet, and realized with a start that she had probably heard the conversation that had taken place last night. The thick boards could only muffle so much sound. Thank God she could not see what was going on. Though he had not had sex with Eva, he still had embraced the woman.
    If the tables were turned, and she had been hugging a man in her chamber, he would be furious.
    “She was my lover.”
    She lifted a finely arched brow. “Was?”
    He could not help the smile that played at his lips, for there was no mistaking the jealousy in her tone or in her eyes.
    “You think it’s funny?” she asked, pulling the blanket over her, covering her face. Her anger was confirmed when she rolled to her side, giving him her back.
    “Annabelle,” he said, walking over to the cot. “Ye are my only lover. Eva was my leman, but she is no longer. I only want ye to share my bed.”
    She glanced over her shoulder at him, her blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Is she beautiful?”
    “Not as beautiful as you.”
    To his shock, he meant it. Though Eva was striking, in adark, exotic way, she could not hold a candle to