And if she could do anything to help them, she would.
Nora came awake to find herself still lying atop of Ewan. Heat exploded across her face as she remembered what they had done in the late-night hours.
Now in the light of day, she saw their naked bodies.
As she pulled back, Ewan jerked awake as if expecting to battle.
He relaxed as soon as he saw her. The tender smile he gave her went a long way in alleviating her embarrassment.
“Morning, sweeting.”
“Good morning.”
“Are you sore?” he asked.
The heat returned to her face. “Nay, are you?”
He laughed at that. Heaven, how she loved the sound of that deep rumble.
“Nay, love. Not a bit.”
He sat up and the plaid slipped back, exposing his body to her. Nora couldn’t stop her gaze from dropping down to see him hard again.
“Does it do that a lot?”
He looked down at himself, then met her gaze with a wicked grin. “Only when I look at you.”
His kiss was both light and demanding.
At least until they heard the gypsies moving about and talking.
Ewan pulled back. “We’d best dress before they come looking for us.”
Nora nodded.
As she reached for her chemise, she realized her thighs were coated in blood.
Ewan turned at her dismayed gasp. He picked her up from the ground and carried her to the stream and helped her bathe. He was so incredibly tender.
She saw the frown on his face as he removed all traces of what they’d done.
“Are you sorry for what we did?” she asked.
He looked up, his gaze a cross between shock and guilt. “I’m not sorry for what we did. How could I be? I’m only afraid of what might happen to you if someone else learns of this.”
“I won’t tell anyone. I promise I won’t ask anything more of you.”
Ewan froze.
Her words stunned him. He’d never known a woman so kind. He’d had countless friends forced to marry a wench because she quickly sought out her father with the tale of what they’d done.
Instead, Nora offered him immunity.
She was truly a unique lass.
One he wished he could spend a lifetime learning.
He hesitated at the thought.
