Page 51 of The Highlander's Virgin Widow
Evander, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying this a little—perhaps a little too much—and she hated the smug look on his face. First, he thought she had been jealous over him—a feat she was certainly not getting over anytime soon. And now he had the guts to think he had power over her.
“Mr. Kincaid, I?—”
“Dinnae ye dare,” Evander warned, his voice on the barest edge of a growl.
Before Keira could respond, his lips crashed into hers with a force that stole her breath. A lustful groan escaped him. Her eyes widened for the briefest of moments in utter shock and denial.
This is nae happening. Nae again. Nae when people were sitting merely a floor below them.
She could stop him. All she had to do was slam her hands on his chest and push him away.
He lifted her off the ground and placed her on the desk, ignoring the books and parchment strewn across the wooden surface.
Push him away. Push him away, Keira.
She couldn’t. Her hands did slam into his chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that. Not while her lips melted into his like caramel in the sun. The air between them brimmed with unspoken words and the dust from the unopened books.
Evander pulled her closer to him, and the heat of their bodies slowly began to mingle. The air was soon filled with the scent of sweat and bathing oils, Keira’s heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her ears. Her pulse fluttered at her throat.
Their kiss was raw, desperate, and all-consuming. His hands found her waist and pulled her even closer until she could feel the hard planes of his chest pressed hard against her breasts. They were glued together, fervently caught up in a moment neither of them could or wanted to stop.
His tongue swept across her lips, seeking entry every time, and over and over again, she invited him in. Their kiss grew more heated, more messy, more urgent, like they couldn’t get close enough, like she couldn’t get enough.
Her fingertips grazed his muscles, almost feeling the dull thud of his heartbeat beneath his skin.
Evander groaned, his hands sliding down to the small of her back, his fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. His lips repeatedly devoured hers, and she arched into him, into his hardness and his sheer strength.
He pulled back, just enough to catch his breath.
“Ye’re killing me,” he growled, the sound deep and utterly primal.
She could feel his arousal pressed against her, the deep ache in her core and the way every nerve in her body fired up at every contact.
They paused briefly, as if they wanted to bask in the moment and linger in the silence that seemed to stretch on between them for eternity.
“Keira.” Her name escaped his lips in a groan, and his lips resumed tracing her jawline.
The feel of his warm breath and his lips down her neck made her shiver. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access. His teeth grazed the skin of her neck, and a low gasp escaped her lips, the sensation pulsing through her like water pounding through a mountain.
Her hands trembled as they slid back up his shoulders, then around his neck, and she pulled him in for another kiss. She couldn’t stop now. She never wanted to. Her body ached for him, and she would be completely lying to herself if she didn’t say that every inch of her skin called his name, filled withneed.
As if her brain snapped back into place after wandering for what seemed like forever, the kiss ended just as quickly as it had started. Her lips were swollen, and her core throbbed and ached.
“Nay,” she whispered, looking away almost immediately.
She couldn’t believe this had happened. That she had let it go this far.
“What?” Evander asked, his eyes narrowing and searching hers as if she suddenly got possessed by something.
“Nay, I cannae do this,” she whispered, jumping down from the desk.
She looked up at him, at the face she couldn’t get enough of merely a few minutes ago. She still couldn’t, and part of her did not want to witness what would come if she remained in the room with him a moment longer.
“This cannae keep happening. It shouldnae even happen in the first place.”
Evander opened his mouth to speak, but a knock sounded at the door, freezing the words on his tongue.
“Uncle, are ye here?”
