She didn’t know how long she sat at the table but she was quickly snapped out of her musings when the door flew open and snow rushed in along with Cree.
He shook the snow from his hair and wiped off his cloak to drop on the chair but stopped in mid-stride when his eyes met Dawn’s. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling ill? I’ll send for Elsa.” He dropped his cloak and hurried to her side scooping her up and carrying her to the other room.
She rested her head to his chest. She knew why she loved this man. His silent heart had learned to speak through gestures and actions rather than words. He cared more than he would admit. Could he be holding love as silent as he had his heart? And though it would take time, it was a question that she intended to have answered.
Cree placed her on the bed and hunched down in front of her. “I will have the guard fetch Elsa while I settle you in your nightdress.”
He was removing her blouse as he spoke and she did not stop him, but she didn’t need Elsa; she needed him.
After disrobing her he turned to go for her nightdress when her hand went to the ties of his leather tunic. She helped him slip it off and then pulled his shirt off and pressed her bare breasts to his chest, rested her head on his shoulder, and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“You are not well, you need to rest,” he said trying to convince himself so that he would stop growing hard.
Dawn had had no intentions of making love with him this night and yet when he walked in the door and immediately realized her distress and didn’t hesitate to see to her care, her heart went out to him. It seemed that they had been apart for years rather than a week and the separation had been far too long. She missed him whether she wanted to or not. When would she accept that he had stolen her heart? When would she accept that she belonged to him and he belonged to her, though had yet to realize it?
Fearless. That was what Lila had called her and she would need to remain fearless if she did not want to lose him. She didn’t know what the future would hold for them and at the moment it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had returned to her, cared for her, and…
She slipped her hand down over his growing arousal and squeezed.
“Dawn,” he said with a sharp intake of breath. “You play with danger.”
She looked up at him, smiled, and squeezed him harder.
Chapter Three
Cree shed his leggings, grabbed Dawn around the waist and went down on the bed with her landing on top of her.
“It has been too long since I have been inside you,” he said with growl and nipped at her nipples. He raised his head and glowered at her. “Are you certain you are well enough—”
She grabbed the length of him and rubbed him against her sensitive bud.
His brow shot up and he grinned. “I think this will be quick… we have been apart too long.”
He had referenced their time away from each other twice. Had it troubled him as much as it had troubled her?
His mouth found her neck and he kissed and nipped at the soft flesh as he worked his way gently inside her. That he was considerate of her warmed her heart and heated her passion. And when he was fully sheathed in her, she sighed inwardly with pleasure.
She had missed him. Lord, how she had missed him.
She welcomed him, her legs going around him, drawing him deeper, wanting, and needing him as close as she could possibly get him. He took his time, going slow, driving her mad with the want of him and yet she enjoyed the torture, every plunge and withdrawal fed her pleasure, her need and built to a climax that was certain to have her screaming… if only she could.
Cree saw the desire building in her eyes, felt it in the way her body moved frantically against his and it fueled his already soaring passion. Lord, how he had missed her and though he wanted to burst with pleasure, he also selfishly wanted the passion to linger. He wanted to feel her grind against him, feel her finger tap, tap, tap against his arm and watch her eyes burn with desire for him and revel in the way she tightened around him with each thrust driving him to the brink of a climax that he was eager to taste but not yet wanting to surrender to.
It had been too long though, his body too needy.
“Come with me,” he urged and plunged into her like a thirsty man in need of quenching… once, twice… he exploded with passion like never before and if he was a praying man he would have thought himself blessed not only for such a powerful, never-ending climax but for the fact that Dawn had burst right along with him.