him as if a torch thrown. He drowned in the scorching blaze, pressing her back to lay his full length against her soft curves. He had to have her, taste her every inch.
Ignoring the lancing pain of the injury along his side, he cupped her mouth, took the kiss deeper, until she whimpered in his arms and arched against him as does a woman in need.
On a groan, he inched down to taste the silken curve of her jaw, then grazed his teeth along the slender column of her neck, her gasps of pleasure threatening to break his hard-won control.
With every sense steeped in her, he shoved her linen gown away to expose her breasts. God in heaven, they were a wondrous sight.
Linet stilled. Her hand caught his fingers hovering over her breast. “No!”
Seathan met her gaze, the desire in her eyes in direct contrast to her request.
A distant shout echoed nearby.
He turned toward the entry, blinked. God’s teeth! He’d been so caught up in the woman, he’d ignored the noise that had obviously pulled him from his slumber.
Seathan withdrew his dagger. His arm ached from the quick movement. He ignored the pain. At least the dizziness of last night had passed.
“What is it?” she asked.
Her wild, sensual look had him gritting his teeth. He placed a finger over her lips, silently groaned at their softness. “There are men outside.”
Eyes dark with passion clouded to fear. Linet nodded.
He removed his finger, then shoved to his feet, the blade curled within his hand. “Stay here. They should not find us.” With quiet steps, he crept to the entry.
A rustle of clothes sounded as she repaired her gown. Soft footsteps sounded in his wake, then paused. “Can you see them?” she whispered.
“Nay, but they are close.” Her scent teased him, as did the memories of her full breasts. Bedamned, what had he been doing kissing her, much less entertaining notions of making love to her?
He peered out an open sliver between the moss cover.
Shadows flickered in the trees.
“They are coming,” he whispered.
Sticks cracked, hooves clopped as the men rode into view.
“Lord Tearlach has deployed a large contingent,” Seathan said, impressed by the number of knights.
“You are a valuable prisoner.”
Nerves rode her voice, which he expected, so why did her reply leave him on edge? He glanced at her; she hesitated, then looked away.
“What?” he whispered, his anger finding a foothold.
“I—”
“We have seen no sign of them since yesterday,” a nearby guard stated.
Seathan turned toward the approaching band of men.
“Lord Tearlach is in a rage,” said a knight but paces away from their hideout.
“As expected,” another knight replied. “Though, I am unsure if his anger is with the Scot or her for aiding in his escape.”
A knight nodded. “She is a fool.”
Linet gasped behind him.
“Yes,” the closest man agreed, “since the viscount’s return, he has allowed her far too much rein. A beating would do her good.”
The other knight grunted. “Lord Tearlach will find her. When he does, she will regret her treachery. Before this is done, he will bend her to his will.”
“Onward,” a lead knight called. Soft earth flew from beneath the horses’ hooves. The slap of leather and jingle of spurs faded as the knights disappeared into the forest.
Seathan turned. Linet’s face had paled. Her nerves now made sense. Anger built as each subtle clue, each fragmented remark of yesterday, fell into place.
Eyes wide, she stepped back as if realizing his fury.
“Aye, Lord Tearlach may want me, but it would seem in this quest, you are the true prize.” He stalked toward her. “Bend you to his will? The question, my lady, is why?”
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