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The room was dark except for the dying fire in the fireplace. But cushioned in a warm taut surface, one that held her tighter at that moment, she took in air.
“It was just a dream.” She heard his low rumble.
They were still leaning on the headboard, her head resting on his broad, tartan-clad chest.
“They were all running to me for help,” she told him in a sleepy voice.
“You’re safe,” he answered, bringing her closer and making her more comfortable. “Go back to sleep.” And kissed the top of her head.
Her eyes drifted shut as she did exactly that with a reassured little grin.
Slowly, so slowly, Moira came back to consciousness, her head on the pillow, she stretched on the mattress in warm, cocooned delight. At her back, a giant furnace of muscles kept her from the chill. Weary of opening her eyes, she tried to convince herself she could stay here all her life. Life? Her lashes snapped up to the grey early morning seeping through the tired drapes.
And then she realised that the giant furnace held her tight.
A giant hand covered her breast.
Oh…
Funny how said breast had this urge to push into said hand.
Stay put, you ninny!
Better than shoving him away.
Just a little pushing will do no harm.
Yes, it will. It will harm your defences, silly!
Yes, right.
But the bunched arm brought her closer.
Hm, it is so good.
And the hand squeezed the breast.
Dear me!
Talk about playing with fire because…
Taut became…tauter.
And, well, wet became wetter.
In that place between sleep and wakefulness, Moira wished she could undress the man holding her so deliciously and ogle every single inch of his male beauty. With the sculptures she had seen on books, she held a fair idea of what she might encounter. But he gave the impression of being so much more, all that solid, broad frame. If dressed he was perdition, naked he would be her doom.
The giant at her back awoke with a start. “Bluidy hell!” he grumbled.
The large hand flew away from her breast. Pity.
With no other option, Moira turned to him. “Good morning,”
If anything, he cradled her more snuggly, his arm surrounding her waist now. “Are you all right?” he rasped.
She could only nod as his eyes clasped and held her captive.
“Good,” he said at the same moment tauter became tautest.
