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realized it as well.
    Still she washed it carefully, holding his hand in hers to
steady it, then smeared salve across the injury and wound a length of clean
linen around the wrist. Her hands shook the entire time, whether from fear,
anger, or something else, he couldn’t judge.
    When she’d finished, she continued to hold his hand a while
longer. Her gaze ran up his sleeve and paused a moment at the opening where his
partially unlaced shirt showed his chest and throat. Her hand tightened around
his, though he was sure she wasn’t aware of it. She slowly looked up from his
throat to his jaw, his mouth and then met his eyes.
    He stared back at her, meeting the blaze that lit her light,
greenish eyes. There was much more within this calm, sweet-seeming lady than
could be read on the surface. Deep, raging emotions boiled inside her, held in
check by her strong will. Among them, he was sure, was a passion she just
barely contained. And his presence roused it in her. Her eyes widened. Moist,
glistening lips parted.
    How could Lord Groswick leave a lady such as this alone for
so long a time? She was so lovely, so warm and welcoming. It raised a deep
anger and even deeper doubt in him. A man surely wouldn’t leave the side of
such a lady for any length of time without desperate reason. Were she his, it
would take some truly grave need to force him from her for more than a few
days.
    His men must have put more wood on the fire. His body was
blazing. The warmth gathered and settled in his groin, making him hard and
needy. He dared not let it show and fought with all his will to contain the
raging inferno that fired his blood.
    The lady abruptly realized the danger. She closed her eyes,
lowered her head, and took a deep, noisy breath. Her breasts bounced as she let
the air stream out again. It took her a moment to get control, but then she
opened her eyes and released his hand.
    “Sir Thomas, I apologize. None of this should have
happened.” She rose to her feet. “Every measure will be taken to discover the
culprit and ensure he’s punished.”
    He suspected her apology was intended to cover more than
just his injury.
    “I trust you will, my lady.”

Chapter Two
     
    Her skin was petal-soft where it pressed on his. Her
breath fluttered softly against his throat, while her bare breasts skimmed his
chest. He reached out to put his arms around her slim shoulders and draw her
even closer against him.
    She made a sound like a hoarse kitten’s purring as he
pressed a line of kisses up along her throat to the underside of her jaw. He
rubbed up and down her spine and she shivered in response.
    Her lips were moist and soft against his, fluttering
gently at first as he sucked and nipped at them, then parting to let his tongue
invade the sweet recesses of her mouth. His hard, full cock pressed into her
belly.
    He wanted her so badly he ached all over with it. A sheen
of sweat slicked his body as he moved against her. Her breasts were springy
comforting mounds—small, pleasant handfuls in his palms. The tips beaded hard
when his questing fingers searched and tweaked them. Her moan reverberated
against his body, sinking in, setting his blood on fire in his veins.
    He rolled over, taking her along, so that she ended up
below him. He kissed her brow, her cheeks, her jaw, and down her throat to her
breasts. The tips were sweet and hard against his swirling tongue. She squirmed
and panted beneath him.
    He brushed a hand down her belly and into her cleft.
Fingering the folds there, he found the damp proof of her readiness.
    Her legs parted easily when he shifted her. The tip of
his cock found the entrance. A quick push and he was in. Hot, hot, hot, tight,
damp, and sweet. He began to pump in and out. The walls of her tunnel tightened
against him, trying to hold him within.
    He pushed forward again….
    “Sir Thomas. Sir Thomas!”
    He rolled over and let go the dream with an irritated grunt.
    Ralf stood over him, wearing a worried frown.