“Nay, lass. It’s something. I’ve never used magic on you. I swear.”
She released a sigh and hesitated a long minute. “It seemed the only explanation.”
“For what?” he pressed.
“How you make me feel.”
Shaw stared at the far wall. He wished he were looking into her eyes. When he tried to move so he could do just that, she refused to budge. He didn’t push her, even though he wanted to. “What is that, exactly?”
“Free, happy, content. Protected.”
His chest ached when he thought of everything she had endured: starvation, abandonment, slavery, assault. “I will always protect you, lass.”
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I doona make vows I’m unwilling or unable to keep. I say it because I want to, and because I mean it.”
She lifted her head so their eyes met. He’d seen a dozen different emotions in them in the time he’d known her, but the vulnerability reflected in her honey-colored eyes now made something shift inside him. He lowered his head to hers. The instant their lips fused, need swept through him. He rolled her onto her back. Nia sighed and grabbed his hips to grind herself against his hard cock.
With a thought, he removed their clothes. She gasped, pleased at how quickly they were naked. He would have to do that trick again. Her hand slid between them and around his rod. He paused in his kisses to look down at her as she guided him to her entrance. The pleasure that crossed her face when he pushed inside her only made him burn hotter for her.