“We’re not finished yet.” He cocked a grin, then kissed her cheek. He gave a nod to the bed. “Wait for me, aye?”
Then he stomped to the door, naked as the day he was born, and jerked it open and barked, “What?”
She was grateful he managed to shield her from view as she quickly climbed into the bed and pulled the blankets to her chin. As he barked at whoever was on the other side, she quickly shimmied out of her panties and tossed them aside. Whatever was happening between them, she didn’t want it to end. Not yet. She wanted him.
It was all so unlike her.
He shut the door with a snap and then padded back to the bed, sliding in between the sheets next to her.
“Now,” he said, in a low purr, “where were we?”
CHAPTER 19
He wasn’t sure why she had decided to sneak into his room that morning after dawn, but he was glad she did. When he heard the door open and her light footsteps, he feigned sleep to see what she would do next. He assumed she was there to take back the keystone. He had intended to return it to her when he roused that morning. But then, she appeared at his bedside as though she had stepped out of his dreams.
After that kiss, he had dreamed of her most of the night. Wanting her was all he’d thought about.
When she reached for the keystone, he could not resist snatching her into his arms and pushing her down onto the bed. He expected her to object, to demand he let her go.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she looked up at him with those big, emerald eyes full of wonder and surprise. She was in awe of the fact he had shaved his beard for her. And when she touched his freshly shaved face, he lost his head.
He hadn’t intended to bed her. At least, not yet. But there she was within his reach, pliant in his arms. Willing. Receptive. And wanting.
He wanted her, too.
He wanted her from the moment she had fallen through the portal and he saved her from the brutal attack of the man who had fallen through with her. The moment he had scooped her into his arms and took her from the village. The moment he had held her against his chest as they rode to the Sinclair keep.
He had never expected her to be in his bed now. She was standoffish and had seemed uninterested. But when she had told him she didn’t like kissing men with beards, he was determined to make her like kissing him, period.
Apparently, his smooth cheeks and chin won her over.
“Who was at the door?” she asked.
“It doensa matter.”
He reached for her and realized with some surprise, she had shed the material that covered her sex. She scooted closer to him, tucking her head under his chin and doing that thing she did before where she nuzzled his neck.
“You’re nice and warm.”
Curses, he should have started the fire when he was still out of the bed. But now, with her moving against him, he was reluctant to get up to do that. Especially when her hand trailed up his chest, and she then gave him a gentle shove.
He fell to his back. Delight flickered through him when she moved back into the position she was in before they were interrupted. She settled her hips over his, his hardened length between them.
“I think this is where we were before we were interrupted.” She gave him a lazy grin.
Did she know what she was doing to him?
She lifted her hips and then positioned herself over him. His hands dug into her hips, holding her steady before she moved again. Question flickered through her eyes as she glanced down at him.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Och, nay, lass, but are ye sure about this?”
She dragged her lower lip through her teeth. “Yes. Am I moving too fast for you?” A twinkle of mirth appeared in her eyes.
He chuckled.
