"Dance of the Rings 2 - Ring of Intrigue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fancher Jane S)her hands, and he finished, quickly and past a suddenly
tightened throat. "antagonized everyone." "Nonsense," she said, tipping back to catch his eyes. "I saw you out there, JD. Just Deymio, hell. Who do you think you're fooling? You're the Rhomandi every time you inhale, Princeps of Rhomatum when you exhale. No man judges by the name you give. Any man would follow you to the ends of the world, if you asked." His breath grew short, facing that challenge, the look in her eyes. "And you, Shepherdess? Would you follow me?" Her mouth twitched, breaking the spell. "I won't follow you anywhere. Rags, unless it's to enjoy the view." He choked on laughter and crushed her to him. He could understand that. He'd follow her for the same reasons. Her swinging, long-strided walk made his blood move faster just thinking about it. Seeking a way past the full shirt, fitted pants and wide cummerbund that showed off her figure so very admirably, he began to realize, on limited time and with even greater limits on movement and privacy, that there were vexatious restrictions to the clothing arrangement. He cursed softly and pulled her hands away from his waistband. "Never mind." Kiyrstin laughed, low in her throat, and pressing full against him, pushed him into the deepest shadows. "Your his voluminous cloak to her back with orders for him to hold it there. "What say we warm the poor laddy up?" Her hands steadied his face where her lips could reach it, then moved downward. Kneading fingers caressed tem- ples, ears, neck and lower, easing tension he didn't realize he was carrying. Warm palms smoothed his chest and slipped around his waist, under his shirt. He twitched when her strong fingers pressed his lower back, finding aches ten years in the making. "Ah," she murmured, "thought that was bothering you. We'll fix it later, laddybuck. For now . . ." A warm breeze, her breath, crossed skin that shouldn't be bare. Her fingers "Kiyrstin, I" "Just say thank you. Rags, then shut up." And being a tolerably reasonable man, he did as he was told. d ~ 8 The one unqualifiable truth of this moment in time was that Mikhyel dunMheric was useless where it came to horses. It was a shortcoming he truly regretted, for the first time in his life, considering Deymorin's current occupation. Mikhyel shut his eyes and leaned back into the surprising comfort of stacked hay bales, crossed his legs and flipped |
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