He said nothing.
“I suppose you rode out looking for Aurora and I --”
“We had just gotten back from looking for her. I should have stayed with Damien. But the only thing I could think of the entire time was the fact that you had rushed out of the castle to search for your brother.”
She turned to look at him.
“You were out there alone.”
Justina looked down, half shrugging, half nodding. “It was foolish. I know. But I had to know. I had to find him.”
“As did I.”
Justina peered up at him. “You had to find Aurora.”
“I had to findyou.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I. But the moment I found you safe with the gypsies...” He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. “It was like... like...”
“Like a ton of mortar stones had been lifted from your shoulders. And that maybe there was hope. Maybe everything was going to be all right.” It was how she felt the moment she had laid eyes on him. She couldn’t help it. She lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “Thank you for looking for me.”
He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close against him.
He was so hard and so strong. She had been so wrapped up with protecting her brother and being responsible for him that she failed to see how much Gawyn had come to mean to her. Even though…
She stepped back, bowing her head.
“What is it?”
“I know what you were. I know that you killed people. But when I was out there, it didn’t matter. I only thought of you.”
Gawyn nodded but made no move to come to her.
“You knew how I felt and you still came for me.”
“I had to.”
“Why?” Justina asked. Gawyn looked at her with such tenderness and such longing that Justina’s heart melted.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone. You’ve surprised me at every turn. No one does that.” He took a step closer to her. “You are all I think about. All I desire.” He traced a curl of her dark hair. “I think I just might be falling in love with you.”
“Me?”
He took a step back from her, dropping his hands to his side. “I’m so sorry I let you down, Justina. And I would understand if you never wanted to see me aga --”
She entwined her hands around his neck and lifted up on her toes to press her lips against his. Let her down? He never let her down! He had come after her, knowing the Hungars were attacking! He loved her! Her heart sped up and her pulse quickened in response to his closeness, to his touch. She parted her lips for his exploration. His kiss was surprisingly gentle and patient. She trembled at the sweet tenderness of his touch. But it wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to lose herself in him. She wanted to love him.
She stepped back toward the bed without breaking the kiss, pulling him with her.
He hesitated. “Justina,” he said softly.
“Please Gawyn. Please. Don’t deny me. Not now.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “You’ve been through so much.”
Always thinking of her. What more could she ask? “I think we should get out of these dirty clothes.” She ran her hands over his strong shoulders.
