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by him. He had tasted of midnight and rainstorms.  
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
     
     
     
                  After a restless but admittedly inspiring night full of some of the most erotic dreams he’d ever had, Eian saddled his horse and headed for Lochain Castle. Because he was the brother to the laird of an allied clan, he would be welcomed by Laird Leon as an honored guest, as was written in the age-old rules of highland hospitality.  Though he knew that he was in fact taking advantage of that hospitality only because he wanted to see a particularly stunning lass again, he really couldn’t help himself.  All night he had tossed and turned on the course straw mattress in his room at the inn.  But it wasn’t the uncomfortable bed that made him so restless; after all he was a hardened warrior, used to sleeping on the ground and worse.  No, at first it was his thoughts that had kept him awake long into the night.  Every damn time he had closed his eyes, he saw her, clear as day.  Then he had of course started to imagine her naked, which naturally led to himself being naked with her, skin to skin, breath to breath, kissing her as deeply as if he were actually starving for her.  It was odd, because he didn’t usually fantasize about women so… vividly.  And he didn’t actually kiss many of the women he bedded, though he hadn’t been able to get enough of it when he was a lad, when he could go for hours with one session of lips on lips.  Of course, he didn’t know yet about the even more pleasurable things one could do with a woman.  Now, somehow a kiss seemed more intimate, far too personal for a casual tupping.  It seemed to him that a kiss really had nothing to do with fulfilling the needs of his body, and so was to be generally avoided, lest the lass he was with get the idea that there could ever be more between them.                 
    When finally he slept, he dreamt of the girl on the bay mare.  Aye, he had kissed her in his dream, over and over again, and it had felt like the most natural, perfect thing on earth.  As essential as the next beat of his heart.  And those kisses had fired a hunger in his blood the likes of which could surely only happen in the fantasy of his sleeping mind.  She had tasted of sunshine and honey, and he couldn’t get enough.  He had eagerly licked and sucked at every part of her, all the while grinding his hips hungrily against her soft flesh.  He would have thought that in his own dream, he could have gone as slowly as he wanted, savoring every moment, but he had been desperate for the lass, practically crawling out of his own skin to be inside her.  Then, damn it all to bloody hell, just as he was about to thrust his cock into the soft warmth between her thighs, he woke up, shaking and sweating and hard as a spike.  Needless to say, he had had to finish himself with his own hand like a lad of fifteen years. 
    Twice. 
    One night was more than enough of that.  Now he wanted to have the real thing, because even if it didn’t come close to what he had felt in that dream, he knew the sex was still going to be damn good.  And obviously he needed to tup her to get whatever obsession this was out of his system.  Once he had had her, he was certain he’d be back to normal again.  He knew from experience that feelings this intense just didn’t last very long.  And so what if he was going a little over board with making a formal visit to Lochain just to see a certain lass again?  Certainly he deserved as much for slogging through all of those caves.  It was all in the name of the pursuit of carnal pleasure, a very worthy goal in Eian’s book.  He even thought he would like to kiss her, at least once.  After all, once he went back to Creagmor in a few days’ time, he would likely never see her again. 
     
                  A short time later Eian rode into the bailey of the