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“Tell me,” he urged again.
“I feel a pleasurable ache that needs tending. It steals the breath, beats at the heart, and tortures the body in the most exquisite way.”
His hand roamed down along her waist, gravitating slowly over her hips and nestling firmly between her legs.
“Oh!” She lurched up, only to settle more intimately in his hand.
“Now tell me.”
She stumbled for words, for a breath, for sound reasoning. “I can’t think.”
He rested his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear, “Don’t.Just feel!”
His hand began to move against her skirt, igniting a small pulse that quickly turned to a throb and made her grow wet.
Her head tipped back as she moaned with sheer pleasure.
His lips settled on her exposed neck, and he was soon nipping and nibbling at the sensitive skin. It fueled her already raging passion. And she thought she would go mad, simply insane, if he did not douse the fire that burned inside her.
“Feel,” he urged once more, and took her hand and slipped it beneath his plaid.
She almost yelped when she felt the thick size of him though it didn’t take long for her to realize that she liked thefeelof him, smooth and soft like fine silk. Enjoying the strength of him in her hand, she explored, stroking him and realizing with delight that the tip of him was wet and ready just like her.
“You must tell me now,” he urged. “Go or stay. I can wait no longer.”
Reason had fled when desire had fully claimed her, and so without hesitation, she said, “Stay.”
He groaned and reluctantly moved her hand off him then in a flash scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, his mouth hungry on hers.
The pounding at the door startled them both, and a steady stream of oaths spewed from Reeve’s mouth before he shouted out, “Who’s there?”
“Mum. I need Tara.”
Mara’s anxious voice had them splitting apart in seconds. Tara smoothed her rumpled garments and hurried toward the door. Reeve lingered behind a moment, and once at the door, Tara turned and saw that he hadn’t moved.
“I’ll go. You stay,” she said, seeing that he was trying to regain his composure.
“That’s not what I wanted to hear this night.”
“There’s always later.”
His head shot up. “Promise.”
“I promise”–she hesitated—“that soon we’ll finish what we started.”
“But not tonight?”
“I don’t know what the night will bring with your brother,” she said.
He shook his head and hurried to her side. “I think of myself when I should be thinking of Trey. Let’s go.”
He opened the door, and they found Mara pacing in front of it.
“His fever has gone up, and it looks as if one of his wounds pulled open from his earlier struggles.”
“I’m sure it can be mended,” Tara said. “Let’s have a look.”
Tara changed her mind when she saw the ripped stitches. The area was already red and swollen, and she feared poison had settled in. She much preferred to leave the stitches as they were, hoping the opening, though small, provided an avenue of escape for the poison that could spread all too fast.
