Eglantine’s tent had been prepared for them, the snowy linens turned down and the coals in the brazier lit. ’Twas quieter here, the raucous sounds of the celebrating company fainter with distance.
Duncan eased Eglantine to her feet, letting her slide down the length of him. He let the lady see his admiration for her, then bent to capture her lips with his.
Gently. He tasted her surprise then smiled at her own surge of ardor. Eglantine’s lips parted, her hands framed his own face. She arched against him in silent demand and the heat rose between them, but Duncan touched no more than her face.
He kissed her lingeringly all the same, his fingertips sliding beneath her chin where her pulse thundered in perfect echo of his own. When Duncan lifted his head, her mouth clung to his and his name
