“Aye, but what if you’d gotten lost?”
“You would find me.”
“What if I couldn’t?”
She knelt down beside him, her face bright by the light of the full moon. “I have a feeling that if you set your mind to it, you could move a mountain if needs be. Never mind find one lost woman in the woods.”
He felt an urge to smile at her. How did she do this? How could her mere presence lighten his heart?
Ewan studied the curve of her jaw, and wondered what it would be like to trace the beauty of it with his tongue. To taste her creamy skin with his lips.
To hear her moans of pleasure in his ears.
Against his will, his gaze fell to the drawstring of her chemise. It would be all too easy to reach out and pull the laces that held it closed.
Better yet, to pull it free with his teeth...
Blood rushed through his veins like fire, making him hard and throbbing for her. He wanted to taste her. Wanted to drown himself in her scent and warmth until he forgot all about everything except for her and how she made him feel.
It would be heaven.
Nora couldn’t breathe as she saw the heated look in Ewan’s light eyes. There was no ice in them tonight. They burned with need.
She wasn’t sure why she’d come to him. She’d felt a strange urging and it amazed her that he wasn’t drinking. He appeared perfectly sober and quiet.
“What were you doing out here?” she asked.
To her further astonishment, he answered. “I was looking up at the stars.”
She glanced up at the sky.
“And I was thinking about what you said earlier. About how each one held a story.”
She smiled at his unexpected words. “Do you know the stories?”
“Nay. I only know the one you told me. Would you tell me more of them?”
Nora trembled at his request. Something told her that he would normally never say such a thing to anyone.
He was reaching out to her and it made her feel special.
“Well, my lord, you know how much I cherish the sound of my own voice...”
He gave a half-hearted laugh at that, then lay back on the ground as he had been when she first saw him.
Thrilled at the sound of his laughter, she lay down beside him and grunted as she tried to find a comfortable position.
“Here,” Ewan pulled her closer to him so that she could lay her head on his shoulder.
Nora’s heart pounded as he cuddled her to his side. She’d never had a man hold her like this. Her head was pillowed on his shoulder while his arm was wrapped about her waist with his hand resting on her stomach.
It was intimate and touching, and made her feel very strange. The rich, masculine scent of him invaded her senses, warming every part of her.
She was acutely aware of the strength of him. Of his hard muscles sheltering her. Her body exploded with heat and an aching throb she didn’t understand.
Clearing her throat, she pointed up at the constellation of Orion. “Do you know of Orion the Hunter?”
“Nay.”
