Chapter 7Taden awoke and pulled the warm body lying against him closer to his chest. He’d been afraid he’d wake to find Nathaniel gone. They’d made love languidly and tenderly the night before, stopping only when hunger drove them to plunder the saddlebags. They’d eaten bread and cheese and dried meats, then built up the fire and wrapped in blankets and kissed long into the night.
Nathaniel stretched and Taden nuzzled his neck, breathing the warm air under the blankets spiced with sweat and s*x and Nathaniel’s heated skin. His heart swelled with love, and he wished they could lie there forever.
Fingers slid up his back and tangled in his hair, and he met Nathaniel’s laughing eyes. “We should be on our way. It’s a day’s ride to reach my ship,” Nathaniel told him, but made no move to untan
