Page 88 of Bound to a Warrior
She ran her hands inside his shirt and slipped along his warm, hard chest until her arms circled his neck, and though she tugged at him to lower his head to hers, he did not budge.
“I cannot reach you if you don’t lean down.”
“Can’t you?” he challenged.
She grinned, knowing exactly what he had in mind and holding tight around his neck she jumped up wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands quickly dipped beneath her skirt and grabbed firm hold of her bottom.
“Better?” she asked.
“Perfect,” he said.
“Now can I kiss you?”
“By all means do.”
She didn’t know what took hold of her. Whether it was passion, rare need or pure love, but once her lips touched his, she kissed him like she had never done before. Her mouth took complete control and without thought or reason she found her lips making love to him and her body seemed to follow. She rubbed against him with wanton desire that soared beyond anything she had known.
“Love me,” she whispered between kisses. “Just love me.”
She thought she heard faint, distant thunder, but then realized it was that low rumble of his that started deep inside him and rose slowly, and she smiled, a tinkle of laughter spilling into the kiss.
“What do you find funny?” he asked after easing away from her lips.
“Not funny,” she said, returning to his lips to brush across them. “Happy. I’m so very happy when I am with you.”
A brilliant smile burst forth from him. “I’m glad, for I am very happy when I am with you, and I am about to make us both even happier.”
“I can’t wait,” she said. “I don’t want to. I want you now.”
He obliged her, walking them over to a large oak tree and bracing her back against it. He lifted her to rest over him and entered her slow and easy, until she thrust her hips against him and took all of him inside her.
It went quick after that, their need great, their passion powerful and their climax explosive.
When sanity returned Duncan said, “That was a kiss worth waiting for.”
“Truly?” she asked with a smile.
“The best kiss I’ve ever had, or doubt I’ll ever have again,” he teased.
“You challenge me to do better?”
“If you think you can,” he teased.
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” she said.
A rustle of leaves had them scurrying to right themselves, and Mercy was retrieving her dagger when a young boy, no more than four years, suddenly appeared.
He burst into tears as soon as he saw Duncan and ran up to him throwing his tiny arms around Duncan’s thick leg. Duncan scooped him up into his arms.
“What have I told you, Rand, about wandering into the woods by yourself?”
He sniffled through his tears. “Alida lost me.”
“It is your big sister’s fault, is it?” Duncan asked.
Rand nodded, his tears subsiding and pointed at Mercy. “She’s pretty.”
“Yes, she certainly is pretty, but we need to find your sister,” Duncan said. “Where did you leave her?”
