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her intently. She watched him in turn, and didn’t hold back as she reached for release. She climbed higher and closer to peak, riding him harder, faster, her need climbing with every second.
    Her insides clamped down hard against him, her muscles pounding, pulling his thick length deep inside.
    She cried out, her fingers sinking into the golden skin of his shoulders.
    With a low-throated moan, he lifted her, his cream pulsing from his body between them.
     
    Brochan woke to the sound of an owl hooting outside the tent. The owl had been following them from the time they left Castle Kildare. He had made his presence known immediately, and now did again, sitting on a branch outside.
    He turned to his side, to find the furs beside him empty.
    His stomach dropped to his toes.
    Dammit, Annabelle had escaped!
    The scent of their lovemaking was still in the air as he pulled on his braies and walked outside.
    A fire had been set, and nearby a small number of his men snored. Why had he not posted a guard outside his tent? How humiliating it would be to see his men again, particularly since they had no doubt heard the groans and sighs coming from his tent earlier.
    What a fool he had been.
    And his men would think no differently.
    The girl had fucked him in order to escape. Not because she had desired him, or lusted for him, but because she wanted to flee.
    It hadn’t been because she desired him as much as he’d wanted her.
    Nay, she had known she could use her feminine wiles on him to lower his guard.
    And lower it he had.
    Cursing under his breath, he was ready to rouse his men when he heard a soft humming coming from nearby.
    His heart missed a beat.
    Could it be Annabelle?
    He walked toward the sound, his heart accelerating the closer he came.
    Hope and something resembling relief mingled within him, and as he entered the glade, he saw in the moonlight the silhouette of a woman.
    A woman with blond hair and womanly hips.
    Annabelle.
    She swam the length of the small loch, her voice soft, like the brush of a hand up his thigh.
    The excitement he had felt earlier in his tent, when he had taken her beneath him and buried his cock deep inside her heat, came rushing back.
    No doubt she had come to wash the scent of their lovemaking from her luscious body.
    He pushed his braies from his hips and stepped into the water.
    She turned abruptly. While at first startled, she smiled upon recognizing him.
    Like a young lad, his heart skipped a beat.
    She stood in the water, her breasts bouncing with the motion, the water lapping at her hips.
    Her nipples had tightened into buds, and as she walked toward him, the strip of pale curls glistened from the water.
    She jumped into his arms, her legs wrapping about his waist.
    “I thought ye left,” he said before he could stop himself, voicing his fears aloud.
    Smiling, she kissed his jaw. “I have no intention of leaving you, Brochan. I am enjoying myself far too much.”
    Her words pleased him more than she would ever know. “I am glad to hear that, lass.”
    He kissed her back, opening to her questing tongue, tasting her, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples pressed against his chest.
    He set her back down on her feet and took her by the hand, leading her to the shore. The soft grass on the pond’s bank would serve as their blanket. She lay down, pulling him beside her, and he rolled over her, kissing her, tasting her lips, before kissing a trail from her forehead, to her eyelids, to her nose, to her cheeks, and her chin.
    He wanted to taste every inch of her.
    His lips traveled down her neck, to the swell of her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth, and sucking gently, using his teeth with care. She arched off the ground, her breaths coming unevenly now, her fingers pulling his hair.
    Her thighs fell open, and he moved lower, over her soft belly, his tongue circling her navel, before moving over the wet curls that covered her sex.
    He kissed her sensitive inner thigh, before moving to