He couldn’t breathe as he stared at her, his mouth gaping. She looked like some fey creature come to capture him and at the moment, he could think of nothing better than being ensnared by her.
“Play for me?” she asked.
Ewan managed to close his gaping mouth and did as she asked.
To his dismay and delight, she began to dance to the music. And it wasn’t just any dance. She rolled her hips and moved her arms like some Saracen courtesan.
She was all fluid grace as she spun about the room. The skirt of her dress flared out, showing her legs off to perfection. His heartbeat hinged on every move she made, every gesture.
His body erupted into fire as he watched her.
“Where did you learn to do that?” His voice sounded strange even to his own ears.
Her face falling, she paused. “Cat taught me. Do you not like it?”
He nodded as he struggled to breathe. “Aye, lass. I like it. A lot.”
She smiled at him and started dancing again. And as she danced, she started pulling off panels of the dress...
Ewan’s throat went dry.
She lifted the hem of her skirt and crawled up on top of his bed to rest on her knees.
She pulled another section of the dress off and wrapped it around his neck, then used it to pull him close enough for her to kiss him.
Ewan moaned at the taste of her as every piece of him screamed out for the lady before him.
She was unlike anyone else on this earth.
He tossed the lute aside and gathered her into his arms.
Drunk with her scent, he buried his head between the deep valley of her breasts so that he could taste the creamy skin.
She pulled at his shirt until he shrugged it off.
She hissed as she ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “I love the way you look like this.”
She placed her hands on his biceps. “Now move your arms.”
He did and she bit her lip as if in the throes of pure sexual bliss. “I’m not doing anything, Nora.”
“I know, but the way your muscles feel...” she purred at him.
He shook his head in wonderment of her.
She laced her hands through his hair and nibbled his lips. How he loved the way this woman kissed him. The way she looked at him as if he were the only man in the world to her.
She pushed him back on the bed and straddled his waist. “Tell me how to please you.”
“You do that just by being with me.”
She smiled. “Do I?”
He nodded.
Her smile widened as she rubbed herself against his swollen groin. He groaned at the feel of her there.
“Is there nothing else I can do?”
