TITLE: HOW TO STEAL A DEMIGOD
A running joke in the book is that whenever Crea and Lamad start to kiss they're interrupted. In this scene that long-awaited kiss finally happens. :)
When the wagon came from around the back of the stable and Dracob stopped Goli at the edge of the yard, Crea carried the mug, carefully rewrapped in the gray cloth, and Lamad walked beside her with his arm around her waist.
“Hop in,” Dracob called cheerfully.
“Hold on just a moment,” Lamad answered. “There’s something I need to do.” He took the wrapped mug from Crea and placed it into the wagon with exaggerated care, then turned back with almost fierce suddenness and grabbed her in a big embrace, swinging her off her feet and making her give a small shriek of surprise.
When he set her down, he pulled her against him, his strong arms firm against the small of her back, and kissed her full on the mouth. She felt the solid warmth of his muscular chest and arms, smelled the spicy musk of his sweat, and felt the contrasting sensations of moist softness, roughness and strength—his soft, slightly chapped lips, the prickle of his beard, the firmness of his tongue in her mouth.
“Sorry, Yeoman,” Lamad said when he released her, glancing up at the front of the wagon with a sheepish grin. “But that’s been a long time coming.”
“It certainly has!” Crea added, breathless and tingling; she had to press her face against Lamad’s shoulder for a moment, overcome by giggles.