Page 61 of Laird of Smoke
The rest of the dinner discussion was a blur to Adam.All he could think about was the sultry fire in Aillenn’s eyes and the tempting, forbidden fruit of her mouth.The animal raging in his braies refused to be leashed.
Somehow he managed to thank Pitcairn for his hospitality.
Somehow he bid farewell to the other nobles and bowed to the ladies.
Somehow he followed Aillenn and the maidservant up the stairs to the guest chamber.
But all the while he sailed adrift in a languorous haze of longing.Imagining Aillenn slowly removing her gown.Baring her lovely breasts.Sliding her leine over the graceful curve of her hips.
“The servants will be up presently,” Tilda told him.
He nodded, not truly hearing her words.
Then she closed the door to give them privacy.
He stared down at the latch, steeling himself to face the woman he desired beyond reason.The woman who seared his blood and confounded his brain.The woman he knew he dared not approach.
No sooner did he turn than she rushed at him, pushing him back against the door.
He sucked in a breath as she pressed hungry lips to his.Tasting him.Savoring him.Devouring him.She clenched her fists in his shirt and moaned softly in her throat.
She tasted of wine and blancmange and longing.And the sensation shredded whatever bit of restraint he had before.
He answered her kiss with a passion that bubbled up from his loins, overflowing reason like pottage overboiling on the fire.
Who was this woman who shifted from shy virgin to masterful temptress in a heartbeat?
A mistress of disguise, to be sure.
But which one was the real Aillenn?
Later.He would find out later.For now, as every fiber of his being was filled with the current of love’s lightning, he wanted only this.More of this.
Eve wanted more.
More.
More what?
She didn’t know.But her greed felt insatiable.Now that she’d tasted desire, her appetite was whetted for something deeper, more intimate, all-consuming.
She clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer.Yearning.Seeking.
He parted her lips with his own, delving into the warm hollows of her mouth with his tongue.
She gasped.Aye.This was what she craved.
She let her tongue tangle with his.A frisson of lust coursed through her body, awakening every nerve.When he groaned, the sound called to something primitive and feral inside her.
Her breasts swelled against him.Her nipples grazed with sensuous delight against the linen of her leine.Low in her belly, betwixt her thighs, she felt a taut need.A hunger.A demand.
In another moment, she might have explored that demand.
But there was a sudden scratching at the door.
Chapter 10
The interruption was as shocking as pouring cold water on molten metal.In a panic, Eve broke free and scuttled backwards.
