She sat looking out the window, the glow of the moon limning her form. She’d not noticed his return, and he stopped in the shadow of the doorway to study her. Dressed in the loose flowing gown he’d appropriated, she appeared far lusher and exotic and at the same time more innocent than he remembered. The deep red light pouring through the window limned her dark face, highlighting her breasts that caught his gaze even at the distance. Leisurely, he traced her profile with his gaze, settling on her full lips--a tight mouth he ached to feel wrapped around his engorged member. His groin tightened painfully at the thought, and he angrily tempered the burgeoning lust. Now was not the time. He crossed the threshold, stepping from the cloaking shadows and catching her notice. She gasped in surprise at his entrance, a hand flying to her chest. Holding her brown gaze with his own, he moved forward and helped her rise from the low seat. She ducked her head under his scrutiny but grudgingly accepted his help. Once on her feet, however, she snatched her hand from his grasp as though bitten.
