Page 50 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“What we did last night.”
He shrugged. “Does it matter?”
“Of course it does!” She whispered harshly. “What if they heard us?”
“Then they would be happy we found a way to pass our time.” Mathar leaned back and studied her as he ran a hand through his short silver hair. “What is it with humans and intimacy?” He raised a silver eyebrow as he waited for an answer.
“It’s just something that shouldn’t be talked about.”
“But why not?” He seemed genuinely flummoxed.
“Because it’s impolite.”
“Why?” He sounded like a five year old with his constant questioning.
“It’s just considered to be impolite. Something people should keep to their chambers where it belongs.”
Mathar tossed her a lopsided grin. “Well, we seem to have broken that rule by doing it by a hearth instead.”
Adorra sucked in a scandalized breath.
“Besides, it wouldn’t have bothered Lisag and Grewar at all to know we sought pleasure in each other’s arms.”
Despite his reassurances, it still bothered her that they may have been overheard. It wasn’t like she’d made any effort to keep quiet.
His dark eyes watched her, causing her skin to crawl under the scrutiny.
“What?” She managed not to bark it at him but only barely.
“They probably didn’t hear anything. It wasn’t like we were that loud.”
Her eyes narrowed to slits. She wasn’t so sure why he was taking pity on her and trying to reassure her that they hadn’t been loud enough to be overheard.
“Would you like a new dress to wear?”
Adorra glanced over to Lisag and the fur clothing she was sporting. “No, thank you.”
Mathar glanced over his shoulder at Lisag, and then faced her again. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I brought several of your dress with us when I took you from your manor.”
“Kidnapped.” She corrected him.
He scowled. “Took.”
She gritted her teeth. Whether or not he wanted to call it a kidnapping it still was. “Either way, no thank you. This dress,” she glanced down at the rumpled, dirty skirts, “is already a rag. There’s no need to ruin another dress.”
Mathar shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
He placed his hands on the edge of the table and pushed his chair back as he rose. Before she could question him any more, he left the table, and she swiveled in her chair to watch him as he walked over to Lisag.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done for us, but we need to get on our way if I want to get us back to the ice giant castle in a reasonable amount of time.”
He was probably eager to get her out of his hair. Just like she was.
“There’s no need to thank us. We signed up for this. We just hope you’ll stop by again. We never get enough visitors.” Lisag looked over at her. “Both of you are welcome back.”
Adorra’s cheeks heated. “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if this was all a display or if Lisag was seriously this kind to all who came to her door. She appeared to be the motherly type, willing to accept anyone into her home as long as she could dote and feed them good food.
“Well, let Grewar know it meant a lot when he gets back from collecting wood. Sorry, we can’t stay until he gets back.”
That was her cue. Adorra rose from her seat, grabbed a fur, and wrapped it around her body.
Mathar turned to her. “Time for us to leave.”
“I’m ready.”
He led the way out of the home and into the cold weather outside. Adorra groaned silently as the chill washed over her. Back to traveling through the cold weather. She was tempted to turn around and head right back into the cabin, but she knew Mathar would drag her to his horse by her hair if she didn’t behave.
Mathar mounted up and swung her onto the front of his saddle. Then they started back on their way. Adorra scowled at the winter wonderland surrounding them. It was less magical now that she’d been in a warm cabin.
