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Reeve shook his cloak off his shoulders and, with his booted foot, spread it out on the floor. He carefully lowered Tara down on it, tucking her cloak more tightly around her. He then set to work, his first chore getting a fire going. Afterwards, he saw to the care of the horse, finding shelter for the animal in an old lean-to. With no food left, he ignored his grumbling stomach and figured it would be best to sleep and get an early start in the morning. He stretched out beside Tara and eased her cloak from around her, intending to wrap both of them in it. He yanked a little too hard, and she rolled into him, her chest slamming against his.
Her eyes fluttered open, and the tip of her tongue peeked out and licked her dry lips until they were plump with moisture. Being that her mouth wasn’t far from his and her lips glistened invitingly, Reeve didn’t think twice. He kissed her.
She returned the kiss with more passion than he had expected, igniting his own passion, which sat far too close to the surface and had been for some time. He wasn’t sure if she was fully awake, or perhaps thought herself in a dream, for her eyes remained closed. Either way, it didn’t matter; they had hungered for each other far too long, and it was time to quench that hunger.
He slipped his hand inside the bodice of her dress and took hold of her plump breast. He gave a slight squeeze and she moaned into his mouth and he deepened their kiss.
To his utter surprise, she rolled on top of him and wiggled her body against his. His body instantly responded, and she settled herself comfortably against his bulge as if nesting on it, in hopes that her heated warmth would bring it further to life. It was his turn to groan, and she took advantage, taking charge of the kiss.
Her teasing tongue had him wondering how it would feel if she should taste the size of him with as much enthusiasm and made him grow all the more hard. Which sent her moving against him in a steady rhythm and had her mewling like only a woman in need could.
He tore his mouth away from hers and tore at the ribbons of her bodice to plant his face in the crevice of her bosoms. Lord, but she smelled good, the perfect blend of sweetness and woman. His mouth soon found a nipple, and he suckled it, not like a thirsty babe but like a man needing to satisfy, not only himself, but her as well.
She moaned and rubbed herself against him harder, and he joined in her frantic rhythm; the scent of her moisture drifted up to sting his nostrils and sent him over the edge of passion and into madness.
He grabbed at her waist, flipped her on her back, and came to rest over her, his hands rushing her dress up her legs. Her eyes spread wide open. They were the deepest purple he had ever seen and sensual, almost as if her passion had heated her usual lavender to this raging purple.
“I—I–”
He kissed her quick. “Don’t ask me to stop.” His fingers found the opening between her legs he was searching for before she could respond, and the sleek moisture that welcomed him had him groaning. “You’re wet and ready for me.”
She nodded, her body arching against his playful fingers.
He knew she wanted this just as much as he did, but he wanted to hear her say it. He moved his fingers, positioning himself to enter her, and then he rubbed enticingly against her, entering just far enough to tease. “Tell me you want me, Tara. Tell me.”
Her passionate groan almost had him plunging into her, but he held firm. He would hear it from her. He would hear her say that she wanted him. She had to. She had to surrender willingly, for to him it was the only way to break that wretched curse she believed in.
With her eyes wide and her lips trembling, she said “I—”
Reeve slammed his hand over her mouth and shook his head. In the split second before she spoke he had heard the crunch of footfalls.
“Quiet, I hear something,” he murmured in her ear, and she nodded.
He moved off her, and Tara quickly fixed her garments.
The sound came again, and Reeve looked to her. Her eyes were wide with fright, and damn if passion didn’t remain strong in them. He placed a finger to his lips, warning her to remain silent, and she nodded.
His sword was already in his hand, since he had grabbed it from where it lay beside him. He couldn’t believe that the soldiers would be foolish enough to cross over into Pict territory. They had to know that they would never survive against the indigenous Picts.
Still, Reeve had to remain cautious. The king could very well have ordered his men to bring her back at all costs. And only in the condition that she be able to speak her vows. The thought still infuriated him, and he hoped he would be the one lucky enough to see to King Kenneth’s demise.
“Greetings clan MacAlpin.”
Reeve didn’t take any chances, he called back. “Who goes there?”
“A Pict. Who else would dare tread on our land without invite?”
Still cautious, Reeve signaled Tara to remain there while he went to make certain it was a Pict who greeted them. He returned in no time to find that Tara had secured all their belongings and was ready to run if necessary.
He smiled. “You did well, and thankfully we are safe. Odran has come to take us to Bliss’s cottage.”
“Now?” Tara asked.
“He says a severe snowstorm approaches and will be here by morning.”
Tara nodded, staring at Reeve.
He stared back. They both understood the urgency of their departure, but they both also understood that passion still ran like fire through their bodies. Though Reeve was no longer as hard as he had been, there still remained a thickness to him. And from the color of Tara’s eyes, purple, he knew that she was still wet and ready for him. It was not going to be easy sitting behind her on the horse, and damn if the thought didn’t harden him all the more.
