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me.”
    Analise immediately tugged a smaller woolen covering from beneath the furs and wrapped it under her arms, tucking the end snug between her breasts. She didn't want to test Donan’s fragile acceptance with her complete bareness. She could see that he tottered in uncertainty even though his solemn masculine features barely showed it.
    “Tell me what to do, my lord." She moved to kneel beside him.
    Donan's hand lifted filled with her long blond hair, which he pulled over her bare shoulder. “Call me, Donan. Always, Donan.”
    Beloved, master, mine. “Yes, Donan.”
    “My tunic first, nightingale. Take off my tunic.”
    Analise watched Donan’s eye coloring turn to gray slate as she reached for the bottom edge of his tunic. It was shorter than most, coming to his mid-thigh, but still caught beneath his rump. She fastened her bottom lip between her teeth wondering, how—
    “I’ll rise up, imp.” He straightened his arms with his hands planted firmly on the ground, and then lifted his lower body off the ground.
    “Oh, I see.”
    Analise turned a smile up at Donan, and then quickly bent her head to pull the tunic from beneath him. When it was free, he lowered himself, and then he raised his arms high. As soon as she began to lift the tunic, she saw that he wore a fuller breechcloth than most men would, probably because of the shorter tunic. She also saw that his legs were not covered by woolen stockings, but by some sort of softly buffed and sewn hide.
    Still, her wandering thoughts came to a staggering halt when she tugged the tunic free of Donan’s arms, sitting back on her heels with her gaze fixed on his bare chest, and her bottom lip gaped open.
    “Have you not seen a man’s bare chest before, sugar lass?”
    Donan’s voice was warm, like mulled red wine, Analise thought, as she tried to shake her head, but it seemed too fixed in place to manage it.
    “I-I—" She clutched his warm tunic to her breasts. “Not like this, I don’t believe I—”
    Why was she so breathless? Then, Donan laughed in a deep baritone rumble that flexed his muscles right before her eyes  ... every blessed one of them!
    “Ah, lass.” Analise found her hand grasped into Donan’s hand and he placed her palm down on the curly black hair on his chest that formed a furry mat. “Touch and it will be real,” he murmured.
    Analise spread her fingers through the fine black mass, feeling the heat of firm male sinew beneath her palm with the muscle drawing tight at her caress. Saints, Donan was a powerful man with so much tempered brawn; the slopes of his muscle tantalized her fingers, until she didn't realize she was tracing the mounts and the indents—
    “I’ve not been touched in so many years.”
    Donan’s voice was husky and the sound brought her back from warm seductions. She felt flushed and languid while her belly or lower ached with little honeyed throbs. Donan’s eyes were closed and his lips were parted in a firm sensual outline. Analise knew what she wanted to do, but she also sensed she had to be careful not to rush Donan’s sensitive sense of honor. So, she kept a careful watch on his face while she ran her hands over his warm tough body, learning the feel of him.
    She could tell he enjoyed it as much as she did, until she came to the sagging band of his breechcloth. It was falling low on his flat belly with a strip of black hair disappearing beneath the cloth. She could see the bulge of his erection pushing against the material. She looked up at Donan’s face trying to judge if she should—
    “If only I could, lass.” His face was harsh and his gray eyes were cauldrons of swirling smoke.
    “You could,” she whispered. “I would do anything you asked me to do.” Her hand closed gingerly around the hardened outline of his male shaft. “Make me yours. Do anything, Donan. Show me what to do.”
    Suddenly, she felt her hand snatched upward and pulled away, caught in Donan’s broad hand as he took it behind