the meat. It almost made him want to go back out and get more.
She took the hares from him as she said, “Alistair isn’t back yet. You’ve made everyone very happy.”
It was her bright smile that caused something in his chest to expand. Things were bad off at the MacKays. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but he knew he would help in whatever manner asked of him.
As soon as he and Innes walked around the side of the castle to the kitchen, Daman saw the women. They were standing around, waiting for him. He shrugged the deer off his shoulder and laid it on the ground. Then he stepped back and let the women take over.
“Follow me,” Innes said.
As if Daman would refuse. They passed through the kitchens and then up the stairs. He watched the sway of her hips and his cock hardened.
A memory flashed of brightly colored skirts. Then, just like that, it was gone again as if it never were.
Innes didn’t halt until she reached the door to a chamber. She put her hand on the latch and waited for him. Her dark eyes held a hint of shyness, but there was curiosity and awareness, as well.
“You have no idea how much you’ve helped us today. Donald would’ve tried to kill Alistair, and though Alistair knows Donald needed to be brought to heel, he’s still family. You saved Alistair that trouble and stopped Donald’s attempt to take over the clan.”
Daman didn’t know what to say. He had only done what he thought needed to be done.
“Then there is the hunting. Alistair has put it off to search for Donald, but there is only so much one man can do. Thank you.”
He didn’t want her thanks. He wanted...her.
“Do you remember anything before you awoke?” she asked.
Daman nodded slowly.
“You remember why you were in that cavern?” she asked hopefully.
He hated to disappoint her, but he couldn’t lie. Daman gave a swift shake of his head. How could he explain that he remembered instinctive things, but didn’t know his name? It didn’t make sense, even to him.
He knew he was formidable in battle and could wield a bow or spear as well as a sword. He knew he could ride a horse, steering the steed with nothing but his legs while charging into a fight so he could use his weapons.
Beyond that, there was nothing.
He wanted to ask her to help him figure it all out, but the words wouldn’t come. Somehow, he knew that he’d never asked anyone for anything.
“There’s a bath waiting,” Innes said into the silence. “And food. It’s the least I could do.”
She started to walk past him, and he grabbed her hand. Her head jerked to him, her eyes wide. He placed his other hand over his heart and bowed his head.
Her smile was slow and sweet. “You’re welcome.”
He knew he should release her hand, but the feel of her soft skin was his undoing. His thumb grazed the top of her hand in slow circles.
When her lips parted and he noted the wild beat of her pulse in her neck, all he could think about was kissing her, of pulling her against him and feeling the warmth of her body as he held her.
He gently tugged her closer, his thumb still caressing her hand. She leaned toward him. Daman lowered his gaze to her mouth as he ducked his head.
He hesitated for just a moment, giving her time to pull away. When she didn’t, he touched his lips to hers.
The low moan that rose from within her had his body demanding more. He turned them both, pressing her back against the wall.
He kissed her again, adding more pressure. As soon as her lips parted, he slipped his tongue between them. Their tongues touched and danced while her arms wound around his neck and her fingers slid into his hair.
Daman deepened the kiss. The more he sought, the more she gave. Her kisses were seductive and innocent, enticing and wanton.
This was the woman who had awakened him, who wanted him to help her clan. The last thing he should be doing is assaulting her. Besides, it would not be good to have Alistair discover