Lily's Secrets [Elk Creek 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Gigi Moore Page A

way?”
    He turned his head to look at her. “Not at all, Lily. Far from it.”
    She patted his hand and smiled to ease the obvious heaviness in his heart. “Doctor Malloy will be here soon to make sure that you are healing as you should. So you don’t have to worry about us being alone for much longer.”
    Dakota laughed, the deep rumble lightening her own heart. “I was not worried about us being alone.”
    “What would you like to eat? I’m sure you’re sick of soup by now.”
    “I would welcome anything that has been prepared by your hands.”
    Lily put a hand to her cheek as her face warmed. “I’ll see what I can rustle up then.” She headed for the door and paused on the threshold before turning back to look at him one more time. “I’ll be right back.”
    “I will be here.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Dakota watched Lily leave and it was all he could do to slow his speeding heart. He averted his eyes, trying not to watch the sensual sway of her gently rounded hips, the erotic way her ass switched back and forth beneath the light-purple muslin material of her dress.
    The recollection of how her body had felt when he’d lifted her in his arms to transfer her into the makeshift stretcher assailed his senses. She had been all soft curves and fragrant skin.
    His cock grew hard at the memory, and painfully throbbed. Not even his guilt at having been aroused by an unconscious woman so badly battered, bruised, and totally unaware of his physical state could stifle his current want.
    Dakota tried a different tactic, focusing on something about Lily that was nonsexual, which proved almost impossible. Everything about her—from her luscious breasts to her rounded hips, full ass, and long, shapely legs—made him want to lay her down in a rich bed of grass and slide his cock into her slick female folds until she cried out his name. He finally settled on her singing voice since the melodious lilt reminded him of his mother. Thinking about his mother and how she had been taken from him and his father made him sad, which, for the time being, took his attention from his weeping cock.
    The diversion did not last long. In no time at all, he was back to thinking about Lily and how her sadness matched his. They had both lost someone close to their hearts. The only difference, Lily’s loss was temporary. She still had a chance to retrieve what she missed.
    Dakota prayed to the Great Spirit for strength not to succumb to his lust for Lily once she returned. Perhaps this Doctor Malloy would be here sooner rather than later so that he would not be tempted. He feared that not even his weakened physical state could prevent him from kissing her and finally sating his curiosity about how her lips would feel beneath his.
    It surprised him that Wyatt had left them alone together, but then he knew how determined and persuasive Lily could be. He was after all benefitting from her very compelling nature now by being a guest in her and Wyatt’s home.
    Dakota frowned as he remembered bits and pieces of the last few days, and how Lily had poured out her heart and soul to him when she did not think he could hear her. True, he had not gotten as much as he could have. However, he had gotten enough to understand how much pain Lily was in. He knew also that her and Wyatt’s union was in trouble.
    What he was supposed to do to fix that, he did not know. He knew only that it was his duty to do something . He owed Lily that much. He owed her much more actually. She just did not know how much or what. Dakota wished to keep her in the dark for the mere fact that once Lily knew exactly what offense he had committed against her, she would probably never forgive him and be perfectly within her rights not to do so.
    Dakota lifted himself up in the bed a little further as the scent of fresh-baked bread and stewed meat, potatoes, and vegetables wafted up from the kitchen.
    He closed his eyes as he inhaled to savor the appetizing aromas and his salivary glands