“Ah.”Talon rubbed hishands together and bent over the board.“The gamebegins.”
They played for two days and nightsstraight, stopping only to eat when they were hungry and to sleepwhen they were tired.It was the third morning when Lara woke toTalon roaming his touch the length of her body over her nightshiftthat she knew the distraction of the board game had run itscourse.
“Your wounds.”
“Are healing well, thanksto my nursemaid.”
“But…”
He cupped her backside and pressed herto the hard heat of him.
“You, Captain, are arutting rogue.”
His grin was pure male.“A ruttingrogue in dire need,” he rumbled.“A need only you can cure, mylovely nursemaid.”
“Are you sure?”Laraweakened…wanted.“Your bandages were only removedyesterday.”
“Does this feel sureenough?”He placed her hand over his full, hard erection beneathhis breechcloth.
A melting warmth spread through Lara.“We’ll need to be very careful.”
“Ah, my beautiful, thorny,troublesome temptress.All you need do is say yes and I’ll likelycome undone.”
His words filled her with a strangeand wonderous power.“Yes,” she murmured as she slowly straddledhis hips.“Yes,” she said, pulling her nightshift up over her headand tossing it onto the floor.“Yes,” she growled, untying hisbreechcloth.He lifted his hips as she stripped it off him, hereyes growing wide as his unrestrained cock jumped free and kissedher flesh.“Yes,” she purred, lowering herself over him, thrillingat the hot, hard heat of him nestled against her belly.“Yes.”Herbreath soughed into a low moan that reverberated to her core.“Yes.”
“My sweet rose.”Talonwrapped his hands in her hair and pulled her head down toward his,meeting her halfway, his mouth taking hers in a feveredkiss.
Delirious from his kiss, his hands onher breasts, his cock between her legs, Lara leaned back, breakingtheir kiss.Talon rose and suckled first one of her peaked nipplesand then the other as she slowly rubbed herself against the ridgeof his pinioned cock.He groaned and she froze.“Did I hurtyou?”
“Hurt me?”He laughed,short and gruff.“No.”Still his jaw clenched as he laid his headback down on the pillow.
“Are you sure?”
Eyes the brooding gray of a summerstorm held hers.“Don’t go nursemaid on me now, witch.”His voicewas low and rough.“I fear I’ll go mad if I’m not inside yousoon.”
Lara pressed her palm to his chest.“Ithink your nursemaid can remedy that, Captain.”
She lifted her hips, licking her lipsand grinning as his cock followed.Just touching her aching fleshto the blunt, soft tip of his erection, she slowly lowered herselfover him, thrilling at the feel of him as she took his throbbingcock deep inside of her one hot, hard inch at a time.She began tomove in slow, rhythmic circles, gently at first, then faster andharder as he pressed his thumbs to her nubbin of flesh where everynerve in her body seemed to coalesce.She rocked back and forth,and he moved with her, grabbing her hips and pushing himself deeperand deeper into her body, into her very soul.Their fever grew inheat and need until it peaked and broke in a pitch of sensation,causing Lara to cry out Talon’s name as she shuddered around him.He clamped her hips tighter and went rigid as he cried out her namein response, then he wrapped her in his arms and held her as shelay on his chest, skin to skin, heart to beating heart.
***
Talon
Talon was indeed a man undone.A manundone and remade each and every time Lara so much as smiled athim.For here in the Hollow, she’d shown him a new smile, a smileonly for him: sweet and tender and lusty and knowing, a woman’ssmile full of the secrets she shared with him every time they madelove.
Though they were seldom from eachother’s sides, Talon found he couldn’t get enough of her.Hecouldn’t look at her without wanting her, couldn’t want her withouttouching her, kissing her, inhaling her, devouring her, and thehappiest of surprises for him—she couldn’t get enough of himeither.She matched him smile for smile, kiss for kiss, thrust forthrust.Their wants had become their needs, and their needs in thispeaceful, magical hollow were each other.
Lara’s birthday was only two daysaway, and their planned departure the day after, which cast anever-growing shadow over their dwindling days here.A shadow Taloncontemplated as he sat on the bench, watching Lara cross the yardwith her basket full of greens and her parade of hound andhorses.
“Good morning,sleepyhead,” she said, greeting him with a smile that warmed himeven more than the late morning sun peeking out from behind theclouds.She set the basket down and gave him a kiss he prolonged bytwining his fingers through her chin-length curls.When he let go,she swayed on her feet, her gaze unfocused.Talon wagged his browsand nodded toward the cabin door and the bed inside.“Later.”Laraoffered a promising grin.“I want to show yousomething.”
“Tired of playing with mealready?”he groused.
“Aye.I’m on to bigger andbetter things.”
“Well, I don’t know aboutbigger.”
“Nor better,” she said,laughing.Then she grew serious.“I want to take you to visit mymother’s grave.”
