Double Moon Destiny

Excerpt

She twirled in a circle. “And I do need the comb since I have lost the tie for my hair. Would you have something I can use?”

She looked young and hopeful. He took a step toward her and reached up to loosen the string from one of his braids. He turned her until her back was to him and lifted his fingers to her hair. It was as soft as he imagined. He pulled the length to the back of her neck and secured it loosely.

“That will do until you have time to contain it properly.” His throat was scratchy from the effort of speaking normally around the tight lump growing there. He let his hand linger at the base of her neck. His fingers brushed lightly along her shoulders and she turned toward him. Her skin trembled under his hand. Or did his hand tremble on her skin? He was not sure.

Her lips formed words, but if she spoke them he did not hear. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears. It was if he had run many leagues in a short time. She wet her lips with a long, slow swipe of her pink tongue. Kierigh groaned and leaned his head toward her.

She tilted her face to his. It was all the invitation he needed. He held the distance between the heat of their bodies and lowered his lips to hers. With the gentlest of pressure, he kissed her. Desire swirled through him, shaking him to the center of his being. Reluctantly he lifted his head. Her eyes had fallen closed, her lips parted. The soft breath of her sigh caressed his cheek.

His fingers twitched against her shoulder and she swayed into him. He slanted his mouth across hers and touched the fullness of her lower lip with his tongue. Her lips parted further. Tension quivered his muscles when his tongue slid against hers. He tasted the sweetness of her innocence, the growing honey of new passion.

Her small hands rested against his chest, the warmth of her fingers centered over his heart. He felt a rush of power and his shoulder tingled. Breathless, he pushed her away.

She stumbled back, but his hand on her arm held her upright. He turned from the questions filling her eyes and knelt to pick up the child. When he rose he held the child against his chest like a shield.

“Come, I will show you where you can rest. Food will be brought for you. Should you need anything else, you must ask.” He turned away before the brightness of her soft brown eyes pulled him further into her innocence. He could not afford to lose himself now.

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