come to determine this how?”
“Marian and I have exchanged thoughts on the matter. ’Tis the only explanation that makes sense.”
“And so now that you believe I am. . legitimate? Is that the word? Now that you believe I am legitimate, you suddenly no longer despise me? You are willing to be here without crying down the whole of the prince’s army upon me?” His words lashed out, bitter and rapid. “Simply because Nottingham blesses me?”
Wounded by his attack, Alys stood firm, refusing to allow tears of anger to gather in her eyes. “You brought me here.”
“You could have left. But now you are naught more than the other ladies, aren’t you, Alys? The danger, the intrigue. . all of that has attracted you against your will, but now that you see I am no danger to you, that I am sanctioned by Nottingham, now ’tis all right for you to come to me.” Disgust lined his face, yet hurt limned his eyes. She recognized it for what it was, and it gave her the courage to speak honestly. For the first time.
“Robin, the truth is. . I could not forget you. Even when I believed the worst of you. Why do you think I had such a. . violent reaction?”
His eyes measured her and he rose to his feet, somehow much closer to her than he was moments ago. “I’ve lost a dear friend this day, Alys. I have not thanked you for coming and for being honest. But you must go back to Ludlow now.”
“Why?”
“Because if you do not, I cannot guarantee that my actions toward you will be honorable.”
That confession, laced with a sort of despair, caused a huge warm bubble to burst inside her. Before she knew what she was doing, she stepped toward him, her fingers curling into his warm tunic, pulling him to her.
With a soft groan, Robin released himself from the frozen stance he’d assumed. His mouth crashed into hers as she lifted her face to meet it.
Ah, glorious. If she’d had any lingering doubt, it was banished by the wash of warmth and desire, of rightness, that flooded through her-from the tips of her fingers to the center of her being.
But Robin stepped back, thrusting her away. “Alys, you must go.”
“Nay,” she said, aware that her breathing had grown faster, and how his sudden absence left her utterly cold and bereft.
“Then I will leave, and John Little will escort you back.” He turned and crouched to lift the trapdoor by its heavy leather strap.
Alys moved quickly and stepped onto the wooden plank. “Robin.” She stood there until he was forced to look up at her, and when he did, the burning in his eyes sent another flash of desire through her.
“If you do not move, I cannot guarantee you will stay a maid,” he said. “Please. Alys, do not-” He swallowed and turned away.
She ignored his impassioned plea and moved closer so that the hem of her gown, edged with dirt and mud, brushed over his fingers and covered the toe of his boot. His bent knee pressed into the fall of her skirt, pushing it against her calf.
Alys felt a rush of power when she saw the desperation in his eyes, when she recognized how conflicted he was. Yet her knees trembled as she stood there; her palms grew damp.
Slowly, she moved, pulling free the string that tied her hair back and tossing it aside. Shaking her head, she combed her fingers through the long curling tresses, teasing them forward over her shoulders. “Then I shall wear my hair as a maid one last time.”
“Alys.” His voice was choked, yet he did not move except to look down. “I cannot. . ”
But his voice trailed off when she took a deep breath and reached forward to touch the top of his head, weaving her fingers into the warmth of his thick hair, sliding them around to cup the bottom of his chin, feeling the prickle of growth there and the wild pulse thumping in his neck.
Then she released him and began to gather up the bulk of her gown, lifting it, raising it quickly before she changed her mind. . before she realized the madness. . and pulled it up and over her head.
Robin gasped audibly and kept his face turned away, his gaze trained on the floor. But she suspected that he must now see her slippered feet in their cotton hose in the stead of a muddied hem cascading over it. And if he looked up, he would see her simple sleeping kirtle that ended just above her ankles, and which she now removed in another flurry of cloth.
“Alys.” He said her name with reverence, and at last looked up. “Have you lost your senses?”
“Mayhap,” she replied, cradling his chin with her hands again, only a breath away from her bare belly. “But I swear I will become fully crazed if you do not smile at the woman who loves you.”
And that, it seemed, was the proper thing to say. For like the sun’s sudden rise over the horizon, spilling light as if a pair of shutters had been thrown wide, Robin’s face transformed. He smiled at her. The gleam she was used to seeing in his gaze had returned, and the roguish grin, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. “I should be even more a fool than I already am to ignore such a threat.”
Then he looked away from her face and moved out of her grip, back onto his haunches, catching her hands in his. She felt the weight of his gaze over her naked torso, saw the flash of hunger in his expression and then the wicked glint of humor back in his eyes. He surged to his feet and scooped her up in his arms as if she were no more than a goose-feather pillow.
As he strode across the room to one of the pallets, he kissed her. Nay, ’twas not a kiss so much as a nibbling. . a gentle taste of her upper lip, playing it tenderly between his teeth, slipping a sleek tongue up and under it and then fully into her mouth. “You have the most beautiful mouth,” he said against her. “ ’Tis like a juicy plum and I have dreamt on it for too many nights.”
She was lowered onto something soft, but she hardly noticed, for he stood before her and pulled his tunic off, then his shirt, and at last she saw the fine form of his lean, muscled legs. . and the bulge between them. . fully outlined by his braies.
Robin’s chest was fine, with wide shoulders that narrowed to a long, lean torso the color of sun-warmed honey. She’d seen bare male bodies many times as a healer, even some as well formed and muscular as this one. . but none had made her catch her breath or wish to taste them until now. He recognized her expression, and for a moment, the cocky outlaw was back. He stilled and fisted his hands, flexing his arms in front of her so that his upper arms tightened into sleek ropes of muscle and his chest bulged.
Catching her eye, he smiled wickedly. “Aye, you like that, do you?” Then the brashness faded, replaced by something hot and liquid. “Not nearly as much as I do, Alys. I’ve not been able to stop thinking about you, my love.”
“I thought you were the one who was dying,” she said, reaching up to touch those sleek muscles. “Allan did not say who had been injured. He just told me ‘he’ needed me.”
“And so you worried that it was my deathbed you were to visit?” He moved his elegant hands to cover her uplifted breasts. “So beautiful.”
No man had touched her breasts before, and Alys was unprepared for the rush of pleasure and the instant tightening of her nipples. He sat before her, brushing the lightest of fingertips over their hard points, watching her, smiling at her shudders and the surprised gasps as her skin heated. Sharp little twinges zipped down into her belly and beyond, her body gathering up and her insides squirming in an unfamiliar way.
“Alys,” he breathed, then bent forward to cover her mouth again. She felt him smiling against her, his lips curved in pure delight and laughter. He pulled up a bit to whisper, “I cannot believe you are here. I have been miserable, thinking never to see you again. Or taste you.” Then he moved closer again, his tongue thrusting deeply into her mouth, tangling with hers for a long time.
She closed her eyes as the room began to tilt and shift, and flowed into him, into this slick world of tremors and heat and skin against skin. He lifted away after a long time. “I could kiss you all day,” he murmured, once again sliding his tongue over and around her upper lip. “But there are other things to do. And I find that I am hungry.”
Robin smiled down at her. His eyes were warm and delighted, and he moved away from her, down, down along her torso, his fingers at last settling over her bare thighs. She still wore her hose, but the cotton stockings ended near the tops of her legs. . and left bare that full and hot place between her legs. “ ’ Tis long past time for me to break my fast.”
Alys didn’t know what he meant until he gently guided her knees apart. She gasped in surprise and at first
