Page 61 of Bound to a Warrior
She looked up at him as her hand moved down under his plaid and grabbed hold of him. “But I especially like when you’re inside me.”
That was it. He grabbed her around the waist and swung her up, her legs instantly wrapped around his middle. Then he rushed her backward and braced her back against the door.
He kissed her like a starving man. “You make me crazy with the want of you.”
“Then take me, for I want you just as badly.”
He didn’t waste a minute, he entered her fast and furious and that’s the pace they kept. It took only minutes for them both to explode in a blinding fury, not once but twice.
Once his senses returned, Duncan rested his brow to hers. He worried that he may have hurt her since he had thought of nothing but the need that had gnawed at him.
“Good lord, Duncan, that was wonderful.”
A wide grin surfaced before he laughed. “And here I thought I may have hurt you.”
“Nonsense, you made me feel better,” she admitted. “I was feeling a bit grouchy myself. But now I feel great.”
He laughed. “Good. Then we’ll always know what to do to stop the other from being grouchy.”
“Oh my, yes,” she agreed and kissed him.
“Now it’s time to go,” he said reluctantly.
“I know, but I shall never forget this place, this time with you. It’s been the best time in my entire life and I will cherish it forever.”
“So will I,” he said and though he wanted to tell her that he would cherish her forever, he waited. There were things he needed to do first and then…then he would make Mercy his wife.
Chapter 19
The day remained clear, though a chill hung in the air. Duncan draped the blanket around Mercy like a shawl.
“What have you to keep you warm?” Mercy asked.
He grinned, and realized he had been grinning more than usual lately, and that made his grin grow even wider. “I have you.”
She shook her head.
He hugged her to him. “Just the thought of you heats every inch of me.”
She laughed and gave him a playful shove. “There will be none of that, or we’ll not get very far today.”
He took hold of her hand. “Right now, I’m pleased to be where I am.”
“I admit the same,” she said, “but all good things come to an end eventually.”
“Not with us,” he said adamantly.
He didn’t like that she didn’t agree or that she didn’t respond at all. But then could he blame her? It had been a difficult road for them, but more so for her. He at least had his family to return to, she had no one. And though it was different now, she still had faced the prospect of being on her own. Not a good place to be for a woman.
“We can cover much ground today,” she said and began walking.
He was right by her side, their hands still firmly clenched as if in fear of being separated even though the shackles made that impossible. It was their way to remain connected and it would always be until the day the heavens separated them and even then he would fight to remain with her, for he had no intention of ever losing Mercy, not even to death.
The day and land proved gracious to them. The terrain was pleasant as was the weather and so they covered more ground than they had expected. A brief meal under a large oak and a few kisses and intimate touches that promised a night of lovemaking and they were off again.
With their thoughts overly occupied they didn’t realize that they approached the border of Pict territory. And unknowingly they slowed their pace, their steps more cautious.
Mercy turned to Duncan. “There’s something wrong. I can feel it.”
