so that she could lean against them. He then turned away to reach toward a tray on the bedside table.
Evina glanced down at herself. The lacings of her gown were undone and it, and her tunic, were still hanging off one shoulder, leaving her breast bare. She considered covering it up, but then decided that was rather like closing the stable door after the horse was out and turned her attention to the tray instead. She noted the drinks, but also the food, and felt her stomach stir with interest. But then Conran picked up one of the drinks and offered it to her.
Evina excepted it with a whispered, “Thank ye,” and lifted it to her mouth to drink, her eyes widening when he tugged his shirt up and off over his head. She watched him toss it aside, and then turned her gaze to his naked chest as she drank thirstily. But she nearly choked on her drink in surprise when Conran then suddenly bent his head and claimed the nipple he’d been caressing, his mouth closing over it and drawing on it gently.
Swallowing quickly, Evina watched, mesmerized, as he let it slide free of his lips so that he could lick, nip and suck it back in again. But then he let it slide free once more and straightened to tap the bottom of her mug, silently urging her to drink again. Evina automatically took another swallow of the sweet mead, and then watched as he took the drink and set it back on the tray.
“How is yer wound?” Conran asked as he turned back. His tone was casual, as if they weren’t sitting there, him naked, and her with one breast out.
“Fine,” she said, and then cleared her throat when the word came out a husky whisper.
“Sore?” he asked.
Evina shook her head and he smiled, and then kissed her. It was a sweet, questing kiss at first, his mouth drifting over hers before settling and pressing more firmly as he eased her gown and tunic off her other shoulder. Both of her arms were down at that point, and the material slid down both arms and off her hands too when she lifted them. It left the material to gather around her waist, leaving her bare from there up. She didn’t get to fret over that long before Conran distracted her by sliding his tongue out to rub along the seam between her lips. Evina forgot all about her clothing and opened her mouth to him.
The tone of the kiss immediately altered, becoming more demanding as Conran slanted his mouth over hers and thrust with his tongue. Evina sighed into his mouth and returned that demand as her hands found and smoothed over his chest. Dear God, he was beautiful, she acknowledged as she caressed and felt the muscles of his chest and stomach, before sliding her hands around his neck.
When Conran began to ease her down to lie on her back, Evina clung to him with both hands and lips, and then gasped into his mouth as his hands began to move over her, caressing, tweaking and kneading her eager flesh. Her response became increasingly desperate as his hands moved lower. She felt one drift under the hem of her gown and then glide upward, pushing it and then the tunic too up over her hips. Evina sighed and shifted her legs restlessly, and then gasped and closed her legs when his hand drifted back down to slide between her legs.
Conran responded by breaking their kiss and trailing his mouth across her cheek and down her neck. But his hand continued to press between her legs, his palm moving back and forth against her core, until her legs unlocked and shifted restlessly before settling with her feet flat on the bed so that she could lift her hips into the caress. When his mouth found her breast again, her attention was divided between the two areas of pleasure he was causing, but then his mouth continued down. It drifted over her trembling stomach, and then farther, and in the next moment his hand had stopped pressing against her core and, instead, shifted to one thigh. Then his other hand pressed firmly against the other thigh, urging her legs wide open, Evina stiffened and held her breath and then released it on a soft cry when his mouth descended and he began to lash her damp, eager flesh.
Within moments Evina was a thrashing, frenzied wild thing in