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Trey pressed his hand gently against Bliss’s stomach, and she leaned back against him, taking a deep breath. He had been worried about her after she left the keep. She had turned much too pale while talking with him, and she had refused any sustenance. It hadn’t surprised him when his mum had questioned him, not once but several times. It seemed she wanted confirmation from what she had already surmised, that Bliss carried his child ... but Trey would not acknowledge it.
It would give his mum another reason to question his marriage to Bliss in ways that would only anger him, and so he kept their secret. Besides, he wasn’t ready to share it. He liked that only Bliss and he and no other knew, and when the time proved right, and they agreed, they would share the news, but not until then.
“I don’t know what power you hold, but you instantly calmed your son, and I am grateful,” Bliss said, relieved to have her husband’s back for support.
“He is a good son; he listens to his da.”
“It would seem he is strongly connected to his da to feel him when he is nothing more than a sprouting seed.”
Trey laughed softly. “A seed I enjoyed planting.”
He barely heard her light laughter though he felt it. It raced through him, sparking his senses and tightening his groin. Now was not the time to grow hard for her.
Her hand slipped over his, resting her fingers between his splayed ones. “I am ripe for planting anytime, my soil always moist and ready for you.”
The growling moan rumbled deep in his chest. “If you were feeling well, I would plant here, right now, in the falling snow, but since you’re not...
He scooped her up in his arms knowing, that if he didn’t retreat soon, they would be making love on the snow-covered ground. “You need to rest.” He kissed her quick. “We’ll plant later.”
Bliss wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck and laid her cheek against his and shivered.
“You are cold,” he said, annoyed with himself for letting his groin rule. “I will take you back to the keep to rest.”
“No, Dolca offered me her cottage for a while, and I would like to take advantage of its solitude.”
His chest tightened at the thought that she wanted to be alone. He had intended staying with her and making certain she was well. Did he respect her desire to be alone or did he insist he stay and see to her care?
He wanted to spend all the time he could with her, for he knew that battle drew ever nearer. Warriors were sent out today to MacAlpin land’s farthest borders to camp, keep watch, and relay messages about the soldiers’ movements. It was only a matter of time before the first skirmish erupted into full-fledged war, and the time would come for the true king to lead his people.
Trey entered the small cottage and walked over to the bed, much too narrow for two people though not if one lay on top of the other. He shook his head as he lowered her feet to the ground.
She giggled and looked up at him. “As much as I’d like to stretch out on the bed, it is much too small to hold us both, and, at the moment, I’d much prefer to snuggle against you and ...” She took hold of his hand and rested it against her stomach. “Calm your son again.”
Trey placed his cloak on the ground before the hearth, and, after she settled in his lap, he used her cloak as a blanket for added warmth. Once comfortable, he slowly stroked her stomach.
“When I said I wished solitude, I never meant that I wanted to be alone,” she said.
He knew it shouldn’t have surprised him that she had known his thoughts. She always knew his thoughts where she was concerned, and perhaps that explained why she was always moist with desire for him.
“I did not invade the privacy of your thoughts; I felt your disappointment and saw it in your eyes, just like now I see a flicker of desire.”
“It burns constantly for you.”
“As does mine for you,” she said, and brushed her lips over his.
“I am having a difficult time keeping my hands off you.”
“Perhaps you can convince your son to remain calm so that his parents can ...” She touched her lips to his and kissed him gently.
He responded, telling himself that they could share a kiss, a tender one that led nowhere, but when had kissing Bliss ever led nowhere. Whenever their lips met, passion flamed, whether the kiss was simple or hungry didn’t matter.
He felt it then, the unease in her stomach, and it forced him to end the kiss.
“Kissing will wait until you feel better,” he insisted, and tucked her cloak around her.
“I could erect a shield so that you don’t sense anything,” she offered.
“No,” he snapped though not meaning to. He softened his tone. “I will not have you shielding me from anything. I will share it all with you.”
