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being.”
    “Aye, that makes sense,” Colm agreed.
    Derek nodded and turned toward Colm.
    “I think I’ll go train with the men.  Will ye join me?”
    “Ye ken I canna turn that down,” Colm chuckled.  They left the solar.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
    “Me thinks I need to go to bed,” Derek said in his deep baritone, getting unsteadily to his feet.
    Colm chuckled.  They had been sitting up drinking with the other men after a hard day of training.
    “I’m sure Eilidh will be glad to have ye in her bed tonight.”
    Derek grunted.  He stumbled toward Eilidh’s room.  He may have drunk more than he should have, but they were entertaining the men from Dunwiche.  Broc had turned out to be a good man.  He and Derek had hit it off, so Derek had stayed longer with the men than he normally would have.
    Derek pushed the chamber door open.  He had to lean against the wall for a moment before he removed his claymore and dirk.  He sat in a chair and struggled to pull off his boots.  He looked toward the bed.  Eilidh did not move.  He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor.  He caught his kilt before it hit the floor and flung it over a chair. 
    He stood up and wobbled over to the bed.  Eilidh was turned away from him.  He lifted the covers and slid into bed.  He moved closer to Eilidh’s warm body.  He realized she had on a thin shift.  He grunted.  She usually did not wear anything to bed.  He would remedy that soon.  He ran his hand down her side.  She felt good, even through the thin material of the garment.  Better than he remembered.  She smelled of heather and honey.  It must be a new soap she was using.  She usually smelled earthy.
    Derek buried his face in her hair.  She shifted slightly, but did not awaken.  He kissed the nape of her neck, and for some reason he felt like running his tongue along its contours.  He felt her shiver beneath his touch.  He smiled.
    Shifting yet closer, he fit his erection to her bottom.  It seemed to fit there perfectly.  He had always enjoyed bedding Eilidh.  Somehow, tonight, it seemed different.  Something about her pulled at him and he wanted everything she could give.  And, strangely, he wanted to give everything in return.  That thought was like cold water splashing over him.  What was he thinking?  Eilidh was a good bed partner, but he had never felt anything but lust for her.  He must have drunken much more ale than he thought.  He started to rise from the bed, when Eilidh shifted in her sleep and her bottom pushed against his flagging manhood.  The sensation instantly brought him back to attention.
    Derek moved back to her and again ran his hand down her soft curves.  She moaned a little and pushed back against him.  He kissed her shoulder and her back.  He brought his hand up and ran it gently down her back.  She shivered again at the touch.  He brought his hands to her hair.  It was so soft and thick.  He could not remember Eilidh’s hair being so soft to the touch.  Then again, he had never really allowed himself to touch it.  But somehow he could not resist.  The honey smell was strongest there, so he buried his face in the soft tresses.
    He usually took Eilidh fast and hard, but, tonight, he wanted to savor the experience.  For some reason, he wanted to feel this time.  Something besides lust.  That made him pause but he could not stop the thundering in his veins.  He wanted what was happening, even if it was just this one time.
    Derek pushed Eilidh to her back and covered her mouth with his.  She gave a startled gasp but then she softened and tentatively began to respond to his heated kiss.  Derek was confused at how different Eilidh tasted.  She usually tasted of ale and mint.  Tonight she tasted of strawberries and woman.  He took a deep sip of her lips, and her response in return only added to the fire that was already building inside him.  He deepened the kiss, thrusting