Page 30 of Highlander's Runaway Seductress
“Aye,” she said, then added, “I think you should at least rest. Let me help ye for a little while.”
“And how do ye propose that?” he asked. Amelie could hear the exhaustion in his voice.
“Let me take yer place for a moment,” Amelie said, while sitting near him. “Rest yer head on me lap. I can hear that yer tired, let me give ye a way to rest for a while.”
Without objection, Damien shifted down a little and rested his head on her lap. She heard his sigh of relief and smiled. With one hand on his shoulder, Amelie rested her other hand on his head.
“Are ye worried about when we get to Dolberry? Because I am.” Amelie asked, sliding her fingers through his thick hair.
The flickers of the fire ate at the inky black of the cave while she petted his head. Damien nuzzled into her hand a little. “A bit, aye, but I keep wonderin’ why ye are so concerned about Morgana.”
“Because a part of me feels as if ye care for her more than ye say ye do.” Biting her lip a little, Amelie admitted. “I ken it’s foolish of me because I have nay claim on ye, but I think the woman is nae as harmless as she seems.”
He twisted so the back of his head laid on her lap and both his eyes met hers. “She means nothin’ to me, Amelie. I mean it; I daenae think about her.”
His eyes burned darkly in the dimness around her, but Amelie could feel the conviction laying there. To compound his words, Damien reached up and cupped her cheek with his callused hand.
“Please, believe me.”
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With Damien’s gaze so heavy on her, Amelie felt as if she were trapped in the current of a flood, and instinctively leaned down to touch her lips to his. Damien did not stop her, instead, his hand slipped around her neck. Just before his tongue breached her lips, she heard him murmur her name in a yeaning groan.
He seized her lips in a kiss of sizzling bliss and raw pleasure streaked through her. All she could do was surrender to the erotic splendor of it. His lips moved against hers slowly, intimately, and if Amelie dared tell herself, lovingly.
Damien’s arm snaked around her waist and he managed to maneuver her to lie on top of him and then, the kiss turned to one of abandon. He kissed her hard, sensuously, with one hand under her hair and the other cupping her backside.
Laying flat on his body, Amelie could feel his manhood hardening against her belly and knowing that he was aroused because of her, made blood roar in her ears. Unable to stop herself, Amelie arched against him, matching his hunger with her own.
Managing to get her arms up, Amelie rested her elbows on either side of Damien’s head while he possessed her mouth, his tongue spearing through her lips while his shaft was a stiff poker against her belly. Amelie kissed him back with a fierceness she had not known she had, sucking on his tongue when he plundered her mouth.
His hands were not still and roamed her body, up her back, over her hips and repeatedly his hand plunged into her hair, pulling her fully against his hardening body, but little by little, the urgency calmed, and the kiss mellowed to him suckling at her lips and kissing her softly.
When Damien finally pulled his mouth from hers, their breaths were soft mingled pants skittering over the other’s cheek. His face had lost some of the hardness in his expression, but his blue eyes were dark and smoldering. He lifted a hand, and the back of his knuckles gently brushed back a tendril of her hair from her cheek.
“She means nothin’ to me,” he reiterated.
Does that mean, I mean somethin’ to him?
“I can only trust ye,” Amelie said while massaging his scalp. “Now, how about ye get some rest. I daenae want to be runnin’ the horse into a tree because ye’re tired tomorrow.”
He laughed and together they rearranged back to how they were before, with her sitting up and Damien turning his body to rest sideways on her lap. Amelie watched him doze off while softly rubbing his head as he slept. Eventually, when he was off to sleep, his even breathing lured her back to slumber as well.
* * *
A humored chuckle had Damien waking and he blinked his eyes open, his bleary gaze met Ben’s amused face, then he looked up to see the soft curve of Amelie’s body as she slept upright on the wall. Gently, so not to disturb her, Damien stood and moved to the older man.
Ben nodded to her. “Somethin’ ye want to tell me, lad?”
Lips twisting, Damien raked a hand through his hair. “It’s nae what it looks like.”
“Really now? Looks like it was very comfortin’ and intimate to me,” Ben said, then shook his head. “Doesnae matter much to me what yer personal ties with her are, but what I do like is that yer gettin’ her to trust ye.”
Grunting, Damien went outside to check on the horse and the cart with Ben trailing him.
“Aye, I think I am. She is still concerned about Morgana overhearin’ us about our business with Dolberry, but I assured her, there is nothin’ to worry about. I just hope she believes me this time.”
“Good, good,” Ben nodded, then gestured to a clump of bushes. “One moment, lad.”
