Not that Padraig felt terribly lucky. He’d been in a state of arousal all three of those days. Worse than before Seonaid discovered and forgot passion.Worse because he now knew the taste of her.She blamed them both for Deian’s wandering around alone at night. No chance of that happening again, yet here he sat, upon his steed, fighting a desperate and greedy need.Every little movement flamed his want. Her smile slipped straight to his gut. Her temper enflamed his need. Deian received her gentle touches, but the vision reached Padraig as a velvet touch to his nethers.All too much. She’d as good as told him to go. “You’ll be leaving us soon enough,” she’d griped.He refused to look at her, for fear she’d see the sappy hunger in him.Fine. He would leave. Tonight, once he knew they were tucked in and safe. Except who would watch over them as they slept?He would not leave tonight. Tomorrow morning, perhaps?They weren’t that far from where he would put them on a ship. He’d not try to get her to turn around anymore.
