He followed her directions, parking himself on the stool, the low light from the fire dancing over his handsome features. She tried to ignore that as she brought over her washbasin and a cloth, and pulled another stool directly in front of him. As she settled in, one of her knees on either side of his, leaning in to inspect his wound, she was suddenly very aware of their states of undress.
Her nipples hardened beneath her tunic, the fabric brushing against the sensitive nubs making her want to clench her thighs together. She tried to keep her breathing steady and focus on her task, but it wasn’t easy. She leaned in and brought the cloth up to his arm, slowly washing away the blood to reveal the wound.
It was a clean one, just a tear across his bicep. Lilian couldn’t help but be impressed that Davien had nary a hiss of discomfort as she washed him.
“Won’t need stitches,” she murmured, innately cursing the breathiness of her traitorous voice. She brought the cloth back and forth from the bowl, reddening the water as she cleaned him of the blood, his and those of her enemies.
He stayed still, obedient under her care. “Who were those men?”
“How should I know?” she snapped, jutting out her chin and avoiding his gaze. She took a clean swatch of cloth and began tearing it into strips to make into a bandage.
“You didn’t seem surprised they were here.” He cocked his head, and she could feel his eyes boring into her even as she avoided his gaze. “Not to mention prepared.”
She sighed, stifling a growl as she began tying the strips together into a long ribbon, one by one. “Stupid rumours started when my Pa built on this land,” she said gruffly. “For some reason everyone thought he had gold under the house. No matter how many times I tell people it ain’t true, bandits keep comin’ for it.” She tucked the end of the clean fabric over the wound, and slowly began winding it snugly around his thick bicep.
“Have you checked under there?” He raised an eyebrow, amusement glinting in his steel eyes.
She deadpanned. “There ain’t no gold under my house.” She tied the ends of the bandage into a tight and neat little knot.
He chuckled, and shook his head. “Well. Thank you ma’am, for cleaning me up.” His voice was low.
“You keep callin’ me ma’am.” She didn’t know why she said it, but it definitely didn’t have to do with the fact that she could feel his body heat radiating off of him, that she couldn’t quite make her legs move from either side of his, or didn’t want to get up and move away from him just yet.
His tongue darted out, wetting his satin lips. “You still haven’t told me your name.” The firelight danced in his molten eyes, mesmerizing.
“Lilian,” she breathed.
The distance closed between them, hands grasping, fingers threading, arms curling, their legs tangling as their mouths came together in a flurry of desire, sucking lungfuls from one another in their need, passing life between them and sending electric shocks from the top of Lilian’s head to the tips of her toes.