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She groaned, and he stopped. “Am I hurting you?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “It feels good.”
Damn but he wished she was saying that for a far different reason.
Stop!
The warning rang again, and he reminded himself to obey it. He returned his attention to the stubborn muscles and worked even more diligently, attacking them as if they were the enemy. He used his thumb on the most troublesome spots, which always forced a groan from her.
He continued to keep his wits about him, particularly when he hit a sensitive spot that caused her backside to rise and a moan to escape. Finally, to save his own sanity, he shifted his attention to her upper back, which produced a deeper groan but at least no body movement.
“You are truly my hero,” she murmured, when he eased the aches from along the tops of her shoulders.
He heard the fatigue in her voice, and he knew that she would soon be asleep. And that was good; she needed rest though he didn’t want to stop touching her just yet. He loved the feel of her silky-soft skin. It was like running his fingers over velvet.
He felt when sleep finally claimed her, her body going limp, and with a gentle brush of his hand down along her back, he took hold of the blanket and pulled it up, covering her. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, not trusting himself to linger, and hurried out of the room.
His hand went to the wall just outside the door for support, and he lowered his head, taking a deep breath.
“I suffered the same once,” Duncan said walking toward him.
“And you’re not grinning?”
Duncan rested his hand on his brother’s back. “Torture is nothing to grin over.”
They both laughed, and Reeve shook his head. “I don’t know how you remained honorable being shackled to Mercy as long as you were.”
“It wasn’t easy, but then love never is.”
“There you go mentioning love again,” Reeve said.
“It’s the only thing that makes sense when nothing makes sense.”
“Why does that suddenly sound sensible to me?”
“Because you’re falling in love?” This time Duncan grinned.
Reeve shook his head again. “How is Mercy?
“Changing the subject won’t help.”
“Maybe, but I need to.”
Duncan kept grinning as he nodded. “My wife wants more food.”
“Sounds like she’s doing better.”
“I believe she is.”
“I thought I’d go sit with mum for a while,” Reeve said.
“I was going to stop by once Mercy fell asleep.”
“Has Bryce found out anything more?” Reeve asked.
“He’s still talking with the Picts.”
“It’s going to be a long night,” Reeve said.
