My Lady?” Cilia stirred on the unfamiliar bed. Fiach draped over her; his weight pressed her into the mattress. She craned her neck around and saw Rois peering around the opened door to the chamber. In that moment, she was grateful that, even though her dress was twisted around her waist, it covered everything important. She was getting tired of putting herself on display. Fiach lay stripped down to his black leather pants. Rois cleared her throat and continued. “I am sorry to interrupt. I knocked, but you did not answer.” “It’s all right. We were sleeping pretty hard.” Rois smiled knowingly. “The Lady suggested that might be the case.” Cilia raked her fingers across Fiach’s stomach. Even in sleep, his muscles tightened and flexed, and a smile crossed his lips. “You know how I feel about being tickled,” he warned, keeping his eyes closed. “Hmmm… I don’t think I remember.” She scratched him lightly with her nails. In a flash, he rolled over her and pinned her between his muscular thighs.
