Page 68 of Laird of Smoke
But it didn’t take long for that guilt to dissolve in the onslaught of her affection.And it didn’t take long for his body to respond.Perhaps too eagerly.
Her lips were supple yet demanding.Engaging yet tentative.She tasted of wine and blancmange and her own unique flavor of desire.
He filled his nostrils with the clean, damp, spicy scent of her, and exhaled a shuddering breath spiced with longing.
She explored his mouth with her tender tongue, exclaiming with soft sounds at each new discovery.Pressing her fingertips into the nape of his neck, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, gasping with urgency.
This was dangerous.
They were in a risky situation.Mellowed from the bath.Besotted with wine.Alone.Half-naked.
She was losing control.And he could feel his own restraint slipping away.
Already his cock pulsed with anticipation.
But Adam was not a man to take advantage of a woman’s weakness.His Rivenloch sense of honor was strong.
So despite the fire burning in his loins, he broke off the kiss.
“We should not…”
The hurt in her liquid eyes silenced him.“But I want to.I want this.”
He lifted a corner of his lip in a rueful smile.“So do I.But at least let me get dressed.”
“Nay.”
Her reply appeared to shock her as much as it did him.“Nay?”
She gulped as if the word had come out of her mouth unbidden.Then she stared at a spot in the middle of his chest and said, “I want ye.All o’ ye.”
“All o’ me?”His voice came out on a croak.“What do ye mean, all o’ me?”
By the shy ducking of her head, he knew very well what she meant.The lass wanted him to swive her.
God, how he wanted to.But they barely knew each other.He wasn’t entirely sure who she was.And she certainly didn’t know who he was.How could two complete strangers engage in such an intimate act?
Still, need smoldered inside him.They didn’tfeellike strangers.And she was offering herself to him.She was obviously not a novice to love play, no matter what she’d hinted at about it being her first kiss.If she ached for him as much as he did for her, would it not be rude to refuse?
Besides, he knew other ways to satisfy her.To satisfy them both.Ways that wouldn’t leave her with consequences, regretting what she’d done in the heat of passion.
“Are ye sure?”he murmured.
She leveled her eyes at the vein he could feel pulsing in his neck.“I want to do this.I wish to feel…everythin’.”
He closed his eyes and let out a shuddering breath.Like an enchanted key, her words of consent unlocked the shackles of his reluctance, dissolving his doubts.
“Then ye shall have your wish,” he murmured.
He lifted her back onto the bed.She sank into the coverlet with a sigh.For a moment he only looked down at her.Reveled in the longing in her glazed eyes.The hunger of her open mouth.The breathless rise and fall of her bosom.
There was no need to rush.
Aye, his body demanded him to seize the moment.Strike while the iron was hot.Take her swiftly before he could be stopped.
But he was no savage.His erection wasn’t going anywhere.Besides, he’d learned the advantages of letting a woman dictate the pace.And, as honor reminded him, taking things slowly would give her the opportunity to change her mind.
Her leine was as sheer as fine mist over her beautiful breasts, which were of modest size, yet far more elegant than he’d envisioned.And lower, the pale linen was shadowy where dark curls guarded her womanhood.
