She laughed softly and knew that she’d be wise to leave his bed right away, but she foolishly lingered.
He traced her breast with his finger and nuzzled her neck. “I love the feel and taste of you.
Thank God he kept his nibbles to her neck, or else she’d be lost. As it was she was on the verge of attacking him, and that she couldn’t do. She had surrendered to one night of passion; there could be no more, or else she would be in danger of losing her heart.
The thought jolted some sense into her and she bolted up in bed. “There’s things I must see to.”
Burke tried to coax her back into his arms. “Nothing is as important as us at this moment.”
Storm threw the covers off her and hopped out of bed, grabbing her nightgown from the floor and slipping it on hastily. It tangled around her, being she had it on backward, and the next thing she knew, Burke was helping to untangle her.
His hands were gentle, smoothing the gown down and lingering in just the right places that sparked her passion with each intentional touch.
Storm backed away. “I need to go.”
“Can’t you spare a few more minutes?”
Storm kept her eyes on his face, if not she probably would have surrendered to her passion and his obviously growing passion.
“Now,” she said with the shake of her head. “I must go now.”
His outstretched arm stopped her when she tried to pass, and he shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He hoisted her up and had her on the bed in a split second, and in another, he had her nightgown up and him inside her.
It was a fast and furious mating that she thoroughly enjoyed. There was no preamble, no fussing, no playfulness, just fast, hard lovemaking that felt wonderfully delicious.
When it was over and their breathing returned to normal, he helped her off the bed and walked her to the door. “Now you can leave, but be warned, I’ll be looking for you tonight.”
Storm scurried out the door and didn’t take a breath until she was safely in her quarters. It was to be one night, no more. If she continued to make love with him, she was bound to fall in love with him. Besides, she already had feelings for the American.
She couldn’t exactly define them, or perhaps she didn’t want to. She made haste to dress, trying without success to avoid thoughts of the American. However, did she expect not to think about him after having made love with him?
She smiled and sighed, thinking how wonderful it had been and feeling a little guilty that she had enjoyed it so very much. Her climaxes had gone on forever with a little help from Burke. It was something she had not experienced with her husband, but then they had been young and inexperienced.
She finished dressing and warned herself to keep her distance from the American. It would do no good to get deeply involved with him.
But wasn’t she already?
She wanted to free Burke’s brother just as badly as he did. Cullen needed to learn he had a brother, and Burke needed to finally meet his brother. It was necessary for both parties, necessary for family to be reunited.
That was her priority, not intimacy with Burke. She had to keep that in mind or else she would find herself lost with no chance of finding her way back again.
It was decided that William and Philip would go and gather the information on Lady Alaina since they were familiar with the man who had last supplied it. In the meantime, Burke scribbled a note to Douglas, the ship’s captain, and Malcolm and Angus were sent to collect more clothes and coins in case needed.
That left Storm, Tanin, and Burke to wait for their return.
By afternoon the camp had turned quiet; clouds still claimed the sky, though the rain had stopped.
Storm liked times like this when there were no pressing matters that needed her attention. She could just drift through the remainder of the day without worry. Such days were far and few between, so she took advantage when she could.
She made her way to the old church ruins. She didn’t know why, but she felt drawn there, and so she went and sat on the crumbled stone wall.
Had guilt brought her here?
The night Daniel had died in her arms, she had sworn she would never love again, never be with another man again, and never forgive herself for not saving her husband.
Now here she was, fresh from making love with another man and wondering if she could possibly fall in love again or even dare give it thought.
“Where is he buried?”
