Page 76 of A Rogue to Watch Over Me
It wasn’t as if she was an innocent. Not in the most literal sense, at least. After all, she’d been a married woman. She’d been young and trusting then, and for a time, she’d believed she was in love with the man with whom she’d spoken her vows. When he’d pursued her as his bride, he’d been charming and attentive. Until their wedding night. He’d been cold then,utterly disinterested in her happiness. In Edward’s eyes, agood wifesubmitted dutifully to her husband. She was to make no demands. She was to harbor no expectations of desire or pleasure or tenderness.
She’d never truly savored the sensual beauty of a man’s body. Not until Logan charged into her life. Raising up on her toes, she brushed a kiss over his delectable mouth. How she wanted this time in his arms. Each moment seemed a delicious exploration of pleasure and desire. With this man, she would seek a joy that had once seemed the stuff of fantasy. She would give voice to her hungers. To those yearnings she’d once had to treat as deep secrets, known only to her heart.
“What is it ye want, Amelia?” he whispered. His husky voice warmed her.
“I want you,” she said truthfully. “I want to know... every inch of your body.”
“Do ye now?”
Nibbling her lower lip, she nodded. “I want to learn what pleases you.”
“Ye’re a siren, lass.” Temptation and challenge glimmered in his eyes. “And what else do ye want, my sweet?”
“I want to drive you mad.” She drew a fingertip over the angle of his jaw. “Mad for me.”
Coiling an arm around her, he brought her closer, nesting his arousal against her softness. “Love, ye’ve already mastered that art.”
She gave her head a little shake. “I want to know what brings you pleasure. I am only just beginning to learn.”
His eyes widened. The air seemed to still around them.
“I sense a challenge I don’t want to resist.”
“I do hope so,” she murmured, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him fervently.
Pressing her fingertips to his chest, she felt the steady beat of his heart. Ah, what she wouldn’t give to snuggle by his side in bed and feel that strong rhythm. Night after night. Morning after morning.
“I am yers, Amelia.” His lips feathered a caress over hers. “Tell me what ye want. What ye need.”
Slowly, she skimmed her hand over his chest, over his abdomen ridged with muscle, to the line of dark hair disappearing beneath his kilt. “I want to feel you,” she murmured, exploring his body with her touch. “I want to learn every inch of you.”
Allowing herself a sigh, she melted against him. The ridge of his arousal pressed against her, the fabric of his tartan no disguise for his need. He dipped his head, kissing her hungrily. Mingling her tongue with his, she canted her hips, savoring the feel of his masculine body pressed to hers.
If he was a rogue, it didn’t matter. Not in the least.
In that moment, all she cared about was him.
He was all she wanted.
All she needed.
She smiled to herself as he dragged in a breath, as if steadying himself against a rush of feeling, against a rush of wanting. Suddenly, her feet no longer touched the floor.
He held her in his arms and carried her to his bed. His sheets were clean and cool against her skin. He went to the lamp, but she shook her head. “I don’t want darkness. I want to see... to see you.”
“Do ye now?” A smile of pure temptation tipped the corners of his mouth as he dimmed the lamp light to a soft glow. “Yer body, my darling, is a masterpiece. But a man’s body is not a work of art.”
Leaning on one elbow, she rested her head on her hand while her gaze slowly roamed his body. “Allow me to be the judge of that.”
His grin erased any trace of hesitation. Without a hint of shyness, he met her gaze as he peeled away his kilt. The length of plaid puddled to the floor.
Amelia’s breath caught. Oh, my, he was magnificent. All sleek defined muscle and lean power.
“Touch me, sweet Amelia,” he murmured as he joined her on the bed. “Take yer time, my sweet. Learn my body. Just as I will learn yers.”
Suddenly, words seemed unnecessary. She wanted him. Just as he wanted her.
Slowly, softly, she swept her fingers over him, drawing a low sound of desire from deep in his throat. Each touch of her skin to his drew a response, more fevered than the last, until he dragged her to him, trailing the curve of her throat with warm, passionate kisses.
