It was actually quite nice.
Relaxing, Nora let the sound of his deep breaths lull her into sleep too.
For the first time in years, Ewan dreamt of pleasantries. There was no Kieran to haunt his sleep. No sign of Isobail and her cruelty.
Only Nora was there with her cat-like eyes and her barrage of questions.
He sighed in his sleep as he saw her out in a peaceful green meadow beckoning to him.
“Come, my lord, and be seated.” She pulled him down by her side so that she could offer him cake and ale.
In his dream, Ewan closed his eyes to savor the taste of her fingers as she fed him the cake from her hand. ‘Twas the sweetest thing he’d ever known.
He drank of the ale, then set the food and drink aside so that he could stare at the woman who made him desire again. She made him yearn for dreams he had forsaken long ago. Dreams he had purposefully thrown away.
He pulled her across him, then rolled over, pinning her beneath him.
“I want you, Nora,” he breathed.
Her smile welcomed him.
Accepting her invitation, he lowered his mouth and tasted the sweetness of her lips. She laced her hands through his hair, raising chills over him as he teased her mouth with his tongue.
He groaned her name as he moved his mouth lower, down to the cream of her neck where he had been dying to taste her. She arched her back against him, thrusting her breasts against his chest.
Unable to stand the torment of her, he cupped her breast in his hand and teased the taut nipple with his palm...
Nora moaned as she was stirred from her dreams by the heat of someone kissing her. Of the feel of someone touching her body in a way no one had ever dared before.
Startled, she opened her eyes to find Ewan holding her. His lips were hot and demanding on her neck while his left leg was buried between both of hers. His warm hand cupped her breast.
“Ewan,” she said.
He pulled back groggily and blinked. “Nora?”
“Aye. Did you not know it was me?”
She expected him to withdraw, to at least pull his hand away from her breast.
He didn’t.
“I knew it was you. I thought I was dreaming it.” Before she realized what he was doing, he dipped his head down to kiss her again.
Nora moaned at the fierce taste of him.
He tore away from her lips.
“Push me away, Nora,” he said suddenly. “Tell me that I repulse you and that you don’t want anything to do with a sullen, self-pitying drunkard.”
She frowned at his words.
Who had said such to him?
“I don’t find you repulsive, Ewan. Far from it.”
He cupped her face in his large hand and stared at her. His eyes were dark and pain-filled.
“Tell me, Nora,” he insisted. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to make love to you out here in the woods like an animal.”
