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“Another kiss.” He stepped closer.
She moved around the table. “That might not be a good idea.”
“Why?” he asked, continuing to follow her.
“Because I want more,” she admitted in a lusty whisper.
He moved so fast that she yelped and jumped as he grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms. He held her tight and kissed her quick. “I can give you more.”
“I know,” she whispered. “That’s what I’m afraidof.”
He whispered close to her mouth before he claimed a kiss. “There’s nothing to fear.”
Again they feasted like two starved lovers, their hands at each other’s garments and their passions ruling.
The loud toll of a bell sounded like a mighty roar of thunder, stunning them and splitting them apart so fast that it was as if a mighty hand had reached down from the heavens and ripped them away from each other.
“What is it?” Tara asked.
“We must go to the keep,” he instructed, grabbing her cloak then his off the floor.
“Are we under attack?”
“No, the bell would still be tolling,” Reeve explained. “One toll is a warning that an unexpected troop approaches the village.”
He hurried her out the door. “You will wait in the keep with the women.”
Tara grabbed hold tightly of his arm, forcing him to stop. “Promise me you will not die.”
“I have all the reason in the world to make sure I live.” He grinned. “I have yet to make love to you.”
Chapter 14
The snowfall had turned into a raging snowstorm, the keep barely visible the short distance away. Tara yanked her hood up and latched on tightly to Reeve’s hand. He in turn tucked her against his side as he attempted to keep the bitter cold and swirling snow from pelting her.
Tara kept her head tucked into Reeve’s shoulder as he struggled with the keep door, and when he finally got it open, the icy wind blew them inside.
“Are you all right?” he asked, tossing her hood back.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she said, though her teeth chattered.
He walked her over to the hearth. “You’re cold. You need to warm yourself.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she said, and nodded toward his family, headed their way from various directions in the great hall.
Duncan had his arm around his wife and set her next to Tara.
“Are you feeling better?” Tara asked, though from Mercy’s pale face, she could see that she wasn’t, and Mercy confirmed it with a shake of her head.
“I don’t want her alone,” Duncan said. “Could you please stay with her?”
“Certainly,” Tara said, and Mercy sent her a grateful glance.
“What’s going on?” Reeve asked.
“All we know is that a sizeable troop heads this way,” Bryce said. “The snowstorm has made it difficult to ascertain who exactly it is.”
“So it could be the king’s men?” Reeve asked.
