Page 59 of Bound to a Warrior
Mercy nodded, that was all she could do, for she feared their time together would be short and after making love with him, the thought pained her heart.
A yawn unexpectedly escaped her mouth and she rolled closer and cuddled against him. It was then she heard the clank of the chain and was reminded of their shackles. Not once during their lovemaking did she recall the chain. While they may have been fettered, they loved as if they were free.
She snuggled even closer to his warmth, slipping her arm over his waist and sidling up against him.
“You know you’re a perfect fit, don’t you?” he asked, his arm going around her.
“I know,” she agreed. “It’s as if we were made of the same mold.”
“I believe we were.”
He reached behind him for the soft wool blanket and settled it over them.
She nestled comfortably in the fit of his arms and realized that action spoke much louder and broader than words ever could, especially when it came to love. Neither of them may have spoken the wordsI love youaloud, but their actions spoke volumes.
Soon her eyes were closing while her thoughts continued to linger on just how much Duncan and she loved each other.
Duncan woke to the patter of rain and smiled. That the day dawned rainy filled him with pure delight. It meant that they would have to remain where they were and that was no trial at all.
After last night, he knew he would never get enough of Mercy. Every touch and taste only had him hungering for more. And the pleasure he had derived from making love to her had been astounding. He had never enjoyed coupling so much, but then it had been so much more and that was what had made all the difference.
Just thinking about it made him grow hard and while he would have loved to wake her with touches and kisses, she looked too peaceful to disturb. There would be time all day to dally and play.
He grinned at the delightful thought.
But he reminded and reprimanded himself for not thinking of the mission. He needed to return home and see what his brothers had learned. Any bit of information could be vital to their objective…to seat the rightful king to the throne.
These were turbulent times in Scotland and only the rightful king could bring some order and peace to the land. He couldn’t let anything stand in the way, though he believed that Mercy would understand once he had a chance to explain it all to her. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that just yet. While he had no doubt she was trustworthy, he couldn’t take the chance and explain his mission to her. It had to be kept secret until he was sure of everything; then and only then could he confide in her.
She stirred against him and his thoughts were quickly diverted. She was a beauty in many ways. And he especially favored the way she responded so eagerly to his every touch and kiss.
While he was well aware that it had been her first time, it hadn’t seemed so. But then she had already slept naked in his arms more than once, so there was no apprehension when it came to that. And it had been obvious that she was just as eager to love as he had been.
Love.
That was the key, it had to be. It had been the only factor missing in all the times he had coupled. He may have cared for the women he had been intimate with, but there had been no love there on either part. He had purposely kept a distance from falling in love. He had reminded himself over and over again that he had no time for it now. Later when all was settled and done, then he would love.
Love, however, seemed to have a different plan in mind.
And he had to admit that from the very first, Mercy had enticed him, though he had pictured a far different woman for himself. Larger, stronger, and yet she had turned out to be both. Even though she was petite, she was large in spirit and strong in nature.
She was perfect for him.
Her eyes drifted open and she smiled at him.
He grinned. “It’s raining.”
She chuckled. “Were you praying for rain?”
“As hard as I could.”
“That makes two of us,” she said and placed a soft kiss on his chest.
“You’re playing with a fire that’s already aflame,” he warned.
“I don’t mind getting burned.”
Her sultry voice was enough to tempt, but when her hand closed around him, he knew he was finished.
