Page 28 of Never Tempt a Scot
He groaned in agonized pleasure and cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss. Her startled little sounds drew his baser instincts to the surface. He grasped her uninjured wrist and pinned it to the padded wall of the coach beside her head, holding her prisoner while he claimed his revenge in kisses.
She was panting, her fast breaths creating a rise and fall of her breasts, and he moved his mouth down to those tempting mounds. Her skin was smooth, and the creamy mounds were as flushed as her face. He wondered if her nipples were the same soft, sweet pink as her lips or a duskier color. He pressed hot kisses to her breasts, wishing her gown wasn’t so tight, so that he might free her breasts completely.
She moaned as he flicked his tongue in the sensitive space between her breasts, and he laughed softly against her skin.
“Ach, there’s so much a man can do with breasts like these,” he murmured, and she only breathed harder.
“What things?” she asked, her words breathy as she wriggled against him.
“Oh, grand, wicked things. Things a lass like you once claimed to ken.” He repeated the flick of his tongue, this time along the edge of her bodice, mere inches from her nipples.
“Mr. Kincade ... Please, I can’t ...”
He glanced up at her face. A light layer of sweat dewed her skin, and he couldn’t resist giving her what he knew she needed.
“Let me touch you, lass. I can ease the ache.”
“Yes, please, I need you to touch me,” she insisted breathlessly.
Brodie released her wrist and slid one hand up her leg, beneath her skirts, gently questing through the frothy lace of her underpinnings until he discovered her mound. She nearly shrieked with apparent surprise, but he silenced her with a long, hot kiss.
“Easy, lass, let me continue.” He stroked his fingertips down her mound and to the bud of arousal that he wanted to see but couldn’t, given the tight confines of the coach. He would have to content himself with working the pad of his thumb over it, pressing and brushing until Lydia screamed with pleasure against his mouth.
Brodie drank down her cry of startled pleasure, relishing his victory. She was going to be well and truly his soon enough, and she would never be satisfied with any other man again. Then, once she was hopelessly ruined and desperately in love with him, he would cast her off and send her home to her bastard of a father.
Lydia’s struggles ceased, and she settled more deeply into his hold. He removed his hands from beneath her skirts and pulled her even closer to him.
“I ...” She paused and tried again. “I’ve never felt .. . Was that ...?”
“Passion,” he answered. “You’ve truly never felt it before?” That stunned him. The woman had professed her knowledge of passion. Had it all been bravado and lies? Was she truly an innocent? Completely untouched by a man? He supposed he would have his answer soon enough.
“Do men feel the same?” Her wide, guileless gaze should have been familiar. He dimly,drunkenlyrecalled she’d given him a wide-eyed, guileless look before, but this one seemed truer somehow than what his memory recalled.
“Of course we do. ’Tis what makes tupping so pleasurable.”
“Tupping?”
He couldn’t resist laughing. “Yes, lass, tupping, coupling, making love, fu—”
“Oh please, no more.” She covered his mouth with one of her hands.
He caught her wrist and placed a kiss to her open palm before he drew her hand away from his mouth.
“You really mustn’t say such things, Mr. Kincade.”
“Brodie,” he corrected. “If you’re going to be my mistress, Brodie will do.”
“Yes ... Your mistress,” she said, looking away from him, her expression suddenly distracted. She then turned back to him and squared her shoulders. “Well, if that is to be my fate, shall we settle upon some rules?”
“Rules?” He cocked his head. “We have no need of rules.”
“I must insist.” Lydia crossed her arms, no doubt an attempt to look in control, but all it did was render the lass more adorable. He kept having to remind himself that he should despise her for what she had done to him.
“Very well, name your rules. I’ll decide if I agree.”
“You must act respectable toward me in public. Do not mistreat me in the presence of others. I know you will not treat me as a wife, but a little respect is all I ask.”
He blinked in surprise. He’d never intended to mistreat her. “I agree to that. What else?”
