Page 72 of Bound to a Warrior
Her eager response thrilled and excited him, much too much. She was in no condition to make love. She needed rest and yet he couldn’t stop kissing her, didn’t want to stop kissing her. It would be so easy to slide into bed beside her and ease his hands under her garments to touch all those intimate places that drove not only her wild, but had him growing hard simply thinking about it.
“Stop that!”
Duncan jumped up at the sound of his mother’s scolding voice and once again wrenched Mercy’s arm.
She gave a holler and scrunched her face in pain.
“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically and hunched down beside the bed. He rubbed away the pain lines on her forehead. “I responded to my mother’s voice as I always have.” He smiled. “Quickly and with a touch of fear.”
“I trained my sons well,” Mara said with a laugh that plumped her full cheeks.
“Now I know where you get your humor,” Mercy said. “You are much like your mother.”
Mara beamed. “I’m getting to like this woman more and more.”
“You just want me married and making babies,” Duncan teasingly accused.
“Of course I do,” Mara admitted. “Lots of babies, but she is in no condition to do that right now, besides the food will be here any moment.”
As if Mara was heard, a knock sounded at the door and she opened it to allow servant after servant to enter with laden-filled trays.
“Look at all that food, Duncan,” Mercy said and eagerly licked her lips.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “And here I thought you only had a taste for me.”
Her warm cheek stung his cool one as she pressed it against his. “I’m saving the tastiest, most delicious for last.”
“Now you’re really tempting me,” he warned.
She placed her lips so close to his ear that he thought she would kiss it, but instead she whispered. “Since I must stay off my backside, where then do you suggest I settle?”
Visions of her on top of him had his heart beating madly and his manhood aching.
“Keep teasing me and I’ll settle you right on top of me.”
“Enough whispering,” Mara ordered. “Time to eat, and then time to remove that chain.”
Neither of them said a word. Duncan helped her stand and he saw that this time her stance was firm and steady. They settled at the table and they both had barely taken a bite when Trey rushed in the room.
“Soldiers have been spotted at the border and Reeve is but a short distance away.”
Mara looked from one son to the other. “What are you waiting for? Go help your brother. And don’t dare come back without him, and see that not a one of you gets hurt.”
Duncan jumped up and this time Mercy went with him.
He shook his head. “I forgot about the chain.”
“I can go with you,” Mercy offered.
“No,” Trey and his mother said in unison.
Duncan felt Mercy tense.
“I have fought beside him more than once,” Mercy said proudly.
“It’s no longer necessary that you risk your life,” Trey said.
“It will take too long for the smithy to free us,” Mercy argued.
