He could take her again, right now.
And that surprised him most of all.
“Should I go get Lysander?” she asked.
“Nay,” he quickly assured her. Lysander would laugh and know in an instant he wasn’t hurt. “I think I can manage with your help.”
“What should I do?”
Ewan stifled a wolfish grin. He should feel guilty for taking advantage of her this way, but he didn’t. He enjoyed her concern and care.
“Ow!” he said as she touched his thigh.
“Are you hurt there?”
“Aye.”
She ran her hand around his leg to his inner thigh. Ewan clenched his teeth as a fiery need stabbed his groin while she rubbed his leg in an effort to alleviate his ache.
Little did she know, she was only adding to it.
“What about your back?” she asked. “Are you hurt there?”
“Perhaps. It throbs so that I can’t tell.”
She helped him to sit up.
Ewan closed his eyes as she explored his back with her hands.
When she started to move away, he groaned as if in pain. “My right shoulder.”
Nora massaged the joint. “Here?
“Aye.”
Her hands dipped lower, and lower. Och but the lass felt good.
Too good. Her hands were the most blessed pain reliever he’d ever known. For this amount of her undivided attention, he’d gladly fall out of another tree.
She helped him to his feet.
Ewan made sure he didn’t put too much weight on her as he limped along beside her.
He’d never had anyone care for him like this. His brothers would have laughed, then kicked him up and told him not to cry like a lass. His mother had at times tried to pamper him, but with three other sons, she’d been ever occupied by their needs.
He had to admit he liked the way Nora cared for him.
Most of all, he liked where his hand rested.
“Ewan? Could you please lower your hand a bit?”
He moved it from her breast, but did as she said and placed it just below her bosom so that he could still feel the curve of her.
Aye, a man could get used to this.
They approached the others.
“What has happened?” Catarina asked as soon as she saw them.
