Children of the Moon 04 - Dragon's Moon

to jostle her. “Not overlong, though we’ve missed the midday meal.”
    Then he blinked, thought again and realized he’d hadthe sun’s shadows backward in his mind. ’Twas dawn he saw out that window, not dusk.
    Talorc had let them sleep the whole day and night. For it would have to be some incredible piece of luck for no one to have checked on them in all this time. Lais was not a great believer in the commodity. So, the Sinclair had to know Mairi had spent her night in Lais’s bedchamber and yet, no angry laird had beaten the door down with his fist.
    “Lais?” she asked softly, her face still soft from sleep.
    “Aye?”
    “Is it after?”
    “It is, though it is morning and not evening as I first thought upon waking.”
    “I think I knew that…I feel too refreshed and healed to have slept only a couple of hours.”
    “Do you now?”
    “Oh, yes, quite well enough, I think.”
    “Are you the healer now?”
    “Perhaps I am meant to heal your heart.”
    If only that were true. Still, his lips were curved in a smile when he kissed her for the first time. She tasted familiar and yet altogether different from any woman he had ever kissed.
    Mairi did not know to part her lips for him, but he did not mind. Their closed-mouth kisses were hotter than any kiss he’d shared before with a woman and went straight to his groin.
    He cupped her breast, squeezing lightly and she made a sweet little sound of need. But then a tentative fingertip glided along his sex and he made his own desperate sound of want.
    He teased along the seam of her lips, encouraging her to open for him. It took her a few seconds and a couple of moans, but finally, she did.
    He let his tongue explore her mouth, while his hand explored her perfect body…very gently. She loved having her nipples touched, but gave a surprisingly strong groan of delight when he caressed the nape of her neck.
    He very carefully pressed her back so he could reachher breasts with his mouth and she let him. Making no sound of complaint, though she still had to be tender.
    He would not allow her to be hurt further though, so he held her still when she tried to squirm. “Do not move.”
    “But it feels too big to stay still.”
    “I will not hurt you.”
    “I know.”
    “If you move, I will stop touching you.”
    She stilled immediately and that excited him in a way he had not expected. She had a confused look of pleasure on her lovely face as well. “Lais?”
    “Yes, little one?”
    “Why does it make me feel needy inside to be motionless like this for you?”
    “I do not know; perhaps you like to trust me.”
    “Perhaps I do.”
    And mayhap he liked her trust, more than he would have ever known and far more than ’twas safe for either of them.
    He reached down and cupped both her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her sensitive nipples. “These are just the right size for me.”
    He could see her desire to move in the way her body tensed, but she remained still. “Maybe I was made for you.”
    The look in her eyes when she said it was not one of humor, but of deep longing and obvious doubt. If he had thought that doubt was for his worthiness, he would have denied it, but he knew it was for herself.
    He could not stand to see such a look in her eyes. “Mayhap you were. I only know I am a very lucky man to be touching you like this right now.”
    Her smile was like the sun coming from behind the clouds.
    He leaned down and took one of her berry-ripe buds into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, gently tugging it with his teeth and suckling until she whimpered, the scent of her sex calling to him with increasing urgency.
    He followed the enticing aroma, moving until his face was between her thighs.
    “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice tinged with shock but a lot more desire.
    “Saving your virtue,” he said just before his first delicate lick along her most intimate flesh.
    She tried to jerk her hips, but he was ready for her, his hands holding her legs apart and still.
    “Lais,” she whined.
    And he liked that sound, so like a wolf’s whine but she was human.
    “Remember, sweet one, do not move, or I stop.”
    “I can’t help it.”
    “You can.”
    He caught the gush of wetness his words elicited in her with his tongue. Entranced by her flavor, he alternated between lapping at her entrance and tonguing the swollen, wet passage he craved sinking his sex into, until a steady litany of pleas fell from her lips.
    She wanted him, but