"Fancher, Jane - Rings 2 - Ring Of Intrigue" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fancher Jane S)

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
brother's freezing, remember?" she murmured, and pulled
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
his cloak over his lap, presenting, to all the world, the
image of an exhausted man.
Damn Kiyrstin anyway, he thought wryly. His brother's
lady was an amazing woman, one whose adviceand quiet
mindhe'd turned to quite frequently these past weeks.