cup, his fingers brushed over hers and a jolt went through him. Heat filled his blood and coursed a path down his body straight to his groin. Ballocks ! A vivid memory flashed of her body rocking against him, his hand cupping her breast, a soft moan from her lips. His cock jumped, jutting between them like a lance.
’Twas then he recalled his nudity. But he didn’t care. Whoever she was, her face colored red, and he found he liked it. Liked that she licked her lips, excited about his rising arousal. Liked that she tried to hide it behind a modest and demure façade.
Ewan chugged the whisky, keeping his eyes locked on hers, and handed her back the cup. “More, please, lass.”
Och, but he sounded terrible. His voice was rough and cracked with disuse.
Shona said not a word but filled his cup with another dram, holding the jug to her chest as though she waited for him to ask for another refill. Which he did.
When he’d had his fourth, she shook her head.
“Ye’ve eaten nothing since ye’ve been here. Afore I let ye drink another drop, ye’ll need to eat.” This time her gaze did plunge, eyes widening as they took in the sight of his engorged shaft. Her lips parted as she let out a proper gasp and then quickly clamped closed. But she couldn’t hide the swift surge of need that tingled between the two of them. “And get ye covered.”
She yanked her gaze away from him and hustled toward the bed, grabbing up the plaid blanket there. He liked how she played at being a maiden, but he’d seen the lust light her gaze. And how was it he could recall her tongue sliding against his?
“Or, if ye like, ye can undress and we’ll both be naked,” he teased with a chuckle.
The lass snapped her eyes back to his and put her hands on her hips. “Ye’re in no shape for such… such... sport.”
“And, if I was, would ye?”
Her mouth fell open in what he supposed she hoped was outrage, but curiosity flared in her eyes.
Ewan grinned and nodded. “Ye would,” he drawled.
But before she could respond, he swayed on his feet, the wooziness returning. He swung his arms out to steady himself, dropping the sword as he did so. Hell and damnation, but he was weaker than he thought. More feeble than he wished. Ewan glanced at the lass, hoping she hadn’t noticed too much that he tottered like a wee bairn.
Shona watched him with narrowed eyes.
Ballocks! He did not want to appear frail to the woman he hoped to seduce. That would not help his cause at all.
He stumbled backward, grappling for purchase against the wooden table. Tiny stars danced in his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rid himself of his dizziness and to clear his sight, but it didn’t work.
He heard a clink as she set his sword on the table and then a warm hand slid over his back to his arm.
“Come, I’ll take ye back to bed.”
Ewan wanted to be strong. He stood straight, forcing himself not to sway, though the room still tilted and whirled.
“I’ll allow ye to lead me, but only because ye’re a bossy wench.” His voice came out strong, which made him proud. He wrapped her arm tighter through his own—for her comfort.
“As ye say, warrior. Now come lay down and I’ll bring ye some broth.”
“Will ye be laying with me?” He glanced down at Shona and winked.
She clucked her tongue and gave him a stern look, though the curve at the corners of her lips did not seem too severe. He raked his gaze over her curvy form—luscious in all the right places.
Ewan lay back against the bed and the lass quickly swung a blanket over him, covering his nakedness, and his arousal. If he’d not seen her veiled interest, he might have thought she was embarrassed by the sight of his flesh—his rigid cock. But he knew better. A fire had burned in her gaze, and even now, he could see that her nipples were hard, pushing against her gown.
He reached out to touch her, but she jerked out of his reach.
Pity. He had a feeling her breasts would be warm
’Twas then he recalled his nudity. But he didn’t care. Whoever she was, her face colored red, and he found he liked it. Liked that she licked her lips, excited about his rising arousal. Liked that she tried to hide it behind a modest and demure façade.
Ewan chugged the whisky, keeping his eyes locked on hers, and handed her back the cup. “More, please, lass.”
Och, but he sounded terrible. His voice was rough and cracked with disuse.
Shona said not a word but filled his cup with another dram, holding the jug to her chest as though she waited for him to ask for another refill. Which he did.
When he’d had his fourth, she shook her head.
“Ye’ve eaten nothing since ye’ve been here. Afore I let ye drink another drop, ye’ll need to eat.” This time her gaze did plunge, eyes widening as they took in the sight of his engorged shaft. Her lips parted as she let out a proper gasp and then quickly clamped closed. But she couldn’t hide the swift surge of need that tingled between the two of them. “And get ye covered.”
She yanked her gaze away from him and hustled toward the bed, grabbing up the plaid blanket there. He liked how she played at being a maiden, but he’d seen the lust light her gaze. And how was it he could recall her tongue sliding against his?
“Or, if ye like, ye can undress and we’ll both be naked,” he teased with a chuckle.
The lass snapped her eyes back to his and put her hands on her hips. “Ye’re in no shape for such… such... sport.”
“And, if I was, would ye?”
Her mouth fell open in what he supposed she hoped was outrage, but curiosity flared in her eyes.
Ewan grinned and nodded. “Ye would,” he drawled.
But before she could respond, he swayed on his feet, the wooziness returning. He swung his arms out to steady himself, dropping the sword as he did so. Hell and damnation, but he was weaker than he thought. More feeble than he wished. Ewan glanced at the lass, hoping she hadn’t noticed too much that he tottered like a wee bairn.
Shona watched him with narrowed eyes.
Ballocks! He did not want to appear frail to the woman he hoped to seduce. That would not help his cause at all.
He stumbled backward, grappling for purchase against the wooden table. Tiny stars danced in his vision. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to rid himself of his dizziness and to clear his sight, but it didn’t work.
He heard a clink as she set his sword on the table and then a warm hand slid over his back to his arm.
“Come, I’ll take ye back to bed.”
Ewan wanted to be strong. He stood straight, forcing himself not to sway, though the room still tilted and whirled.
“I’ll allow ye to lead me, but only because ye’re a bossy wench.” His voice came out strong, which made him proud. He wrapped her arm tighter through his own—for her comfort.
“As ye say, warrior. Now come lay down and I’ll bring ye some broth.”
“Will ye be laying with me?” He glanced down at Shona and winked.
She clucked her tongue and gave him a stern look, though the curve at the corners of her lips did not seem too severe. He raked his gaze over her curvy form—luscious in all the right places.
Ewan lay back against the bed and the lass quickly swung a blanket over him, covering his nakedness, and his arousal. If he’d not seen her veiled interest, he might have thought she was embarrassed by the sight of his flesh—his rigid cock. But he knew better. A fire had burned in her gaze, and even now, he could see that her nipples were hard, pushing against her gown.
He reached out to touch her, but she jerked out of his reach.
Pity. He had a feeling her breasts would be warm
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