Home.In less than an hour they would reach Glenvair, and while Rhodri wished he could urge the horse to greater speed, he didn’t dare. ’Twasn’t wise to gallop through the deeply rolling hills with Nicole mounted behind him.She clutched his tunic at the waist, still trying to hold away from him, as she’d done since leaving Tintern Abbey. He might prefer to have her snug against him, her breasts pressed against his back, but so far he’d managed to convince himself that the less they touched, the better.Hellfire, how he wanted to touch her! Wrap Nicole in his arms, lower her down into the long, sweet grass, and once more claim her as his own.Unwise, surely. Foolish, absolutely. Yet his desire refused to abate, especially after all the questions he’d answered about unmarried male Welsh nobles.He’d tried to be honest, but God’s truth, when considering the princes and edlings from whom Nicole would choose her husband, many of whom he truly admired, he couldn’t help finding some flaw with each one.Too stout, too frail.
