Page 21 of Pretty in Plaid
She stood, unsure why she listened so readily but also feeling sleepy herself.
“Take any tent ye want,” the woman who’d served them their meal said.
They walked away from the campfire, with Kenna assuming she’d get a tent of her own.
“How’s this one?” Sorley asked.
She nodded. It was semiprivate from the rest of the group, and the trees it sat between seemed to be blocking a majority of the wind.
“That’ll work. Thank ye. Where will ye be?” She turned to see which other tent was closest and unoccupied.
“Inside with ye.”
“With me?” Her eyes widened. It was one thing to lay beside him on a cot in a croft with no one about and heat their only goal—well, the main goal. But a single tent with so many about?
“Aye. For warmth. And for protection.” He nodded back to the campfire, where a couple of the men eyed them with a curiosity that bordered on intrusion.
A shiver passed through her, and not the kind that made her tremble when Sorley kissed her.
“All right, then.” She stared him dead in the eyes. “But no kissing.”
“No kissing.” Sorley gave a curt nod.
Och, why did he have to agree?
Inside was a pile of blankets. Kenna sorted them out until she felt comfortable, then sighed with pleasure as Sorley sank beside her and pulled her into his embrace. She stared into his eyes, fathomless and intoxicating.
“Dinna sigh like that, nor look at me so,” he said.
“How did I sigh? How am I looking?”
“The way ye sighed...’twas the same when I kissed ye. And the way ye’re looking at me is much the same.”
“Oh, sorry.” She rolled over, so her back was to him and then snuggled closer, the heat of his chest warming her back and his thighs thawing hers. She couldn’t help sighing again.
Sorley groaned. “This might be worse.”
“How so?” she asked.
“If ye must know, your arse is...verra...enticing.”
“My arse is enticing?” She wiggled it, trying to see if she could find the allure in it, but it felt normal to her.
“Good God, ye must stop that.” Sorley’s voice sounded strangled.
“Why?”
Sorley gripped his hand to her hip and tugged her back a fraction of an inch. Something hard pressed to her bottom then, and it sent a thrill rushing through her.
“That’s why,” he groaned.
“What is that?” She tilted her head, intrigued.
“’Tis my cock, lass,” he whispered against her ear.
Kenna surged away with a gasp and rolled over to stare at him. “Yourwhat?”
“Ye heard me.”
