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legends that had sprung up about her among the villagers who’d once known her as the lord’s daughter. Some piece of his imagination had been fascinated with her long since then. Today, when she’d flirted with him so artlessly and offered to wash his clothes, he’d been completely won.
    His hand covered hers as she worked the laces on the boots. He eased aside her fingers until he could unfasten them the rest of the way.
    â€œYou have someone to care for you now.”

Chapter 4
    Isolda had been flustered by his touch before. But now, combined with such tender words, she was devastated by this slight brush of his fingers along her stocking as he eased off her boot.
    He did not hold her. He’d promised he would not do so against her will. But this caress stroked so sweetly up her ankle, his thumb curving about her thin woolen hose, that she could not find the strength to deprive herself of his gentle attention.
    With one foot, he shoved aside her discarded boots and moved to the floor in front of her. That could be no more risky than him being beside her on a luxurious pallet, could it?
    â€œYou have been alone for a long time.” He maintained the light contact just above her heels, then lightly kneaded the backs of her legs. “Many of the villagers worried and wondered about you. They would be relieved and proud to know you fared so well on your own.”
    She had not considered the crofters and their families, who had always been kind to her as a child. Their hard work had supported her father and made Iness strong.
    â€œI have forgotten what it feels like to be a part of a community. A family.” The maternal instincts that had flared inside her for so long returned, but this time, they were bound up with something more.
    Desire.
    The magical vibrations curling over her skin right now did not stem from any wish to be a mother. They originated wherever Cormac touched her.
    â€œI would like nothing more than to make you feel very welcome here.” He punctuated the sentiment with a sly trip up the inside of her knee with one finger. “But I do not want to tax you on your first night back. Are you tired?”
    Tired was the furthest thing from her mind as goose bumps chased over her skin.
    â€œI think you know very well that I am not.” She could not stifle all the feelings that she’d stored up for him over the past moons, her secret longing stirring her blood as thoroughly as his unhurried exploration of her legs beneath her skirt.
    He did not rush her. He would not press her. And the knowledge that she could yet stop him made her relax in his care.
    â€œThen I will touch you only for as long as you wish.” His chest pressed against her knees as he leaned closer for a kiss.
    Without thinking, she shifted to make room for him, parting her legs slightly. But then, with no barrier keeping him at bay, her thighs were suddenly pressed to his hips, and no amount of bunched fabric between them could hide the hot, hard length of him against the place where she ached most.
    Her gasp of pleasure turned to ragged breathing as he sealed his mouth to hers and kissed her with all the unrestrained passion she had longed for in the forest. This had been what she’d sought from him then, only she had not imagined the raw power of such kisses and such intimate caresses. Her womb clenched and her breasts tightened against the soft linen kirtle. Her whole body felt afire.
    His mouth played with hers gently, nipping her lower lip and licking a soothing swipe along the plump softness before he deepened the kiss. But each time sparks flew behind her eyes and she sought more contact, he went back to that soft, coaxing nip at her lips until she wanted to shout her frustration. Her fingers twisted in his tunic, urging him closer, seeking more.
    The hard width of his chest teased the tips of her breasts into pebbled points until she arched into him. Her surcoat fell away at his