“Aye.”
“‘Tis a surprise that I never knew that ye fancied me.”
Ceana’s heart beat faster, but she shrugged. ‘Twas a tiny thing. I was a wee lass, and ye were handsome.”
“Were?” he arched a brow. “So ye do nae think I am anymore.”
“Nay,” Ceana rushed to answer, then paused when she realized what she had said.Ceana ye must hold yer head around this man. “Nay,” she repeated, feeling calmer. “I cannae say if ye are handsome because I do nae spend time thinking about that.” She looked at him, proud of her mature response.
However, Torcall had a slight frown on his face. “So ye do nae look at men in general, or ye do nae look at me?”
“I do nae look at ye.”
“But yet ye let me kiss ye.”
Ceana paused. “Aye,” she said. “I did.”
“Why?” Torcall asked. “If ye do nae fancy me, why let me kiss ye?”
Annoyed by his questioning, Ceana let jealousy slip in. “Do ye fancy every woman that ye have kissed?”
“To an extent, yes.”
Ceana felt her jealousy grow even bigger. “Then ye must fancy a lot of people.”
“Yes--I mean no. Nae at the same time.”
“So ye admit that ye cannae stick to one woman?”
“Where in the hell did that come from?” he asked, bewildered. “How do ye ken if someone is right for ye?”
How had she known that Torcall was right for her? “Well, ye just ken.”
“Do ye fancy someone, Ceana?” he asked and hated himself for asking. He knew he shouldn’t.
Her heart stopped. “Maybe?”
Torcall’s face grew hard. “Well, how do ye ken if he is right?”
“I do nae--”
“Has he kissed ye, Ceana?” He stood from the mattress. Like a predator after prey, he came after her. “Has he kissed ye as I have kissed ye?”
Ceana swallowed and stepped back. “Aye,” she said to him.
He came closer still. “Has he touched ye, like I’ve touched ye?” His voice was low, delicious.
“Aye,” she whispered and took one more step, her back hitting the wall.
Torcall came face to face with her and placed his hand on the wall behind her. “Look at me, Ceana.” He tipped her face up to meet his.
“When he kisses you,” he whispered and leaned into her. “Does it make ye feel like this?” His heart beat against his chest in a silent prayer that she wouldn’t have kissed anyone like they had kissed.
He claimed her lips softly. Kissing her with tenderness neither of them knew existed. Ceana felt her legs weaken beneath her. It was a different kiss devoid of lust, hurry, or urgency.
Torcall let her go and looked at her hopefully. “Does it?”
Ceana said the truth. “Aye, it does.”
