“Daenae tell me what I want and what I daenae want, lass. Nae even ye get to tell me how to feel.”
“And how do ye feel?” she asked, huffing out a breath even as he kept an iron grip on her waist. “It isnae as if ye’ve told me.”
“I’ve told ye I plan to marry ye. Does that nae say I want ye?”
“Nae exactly,” she said and realized slowly that she was pouting.
Fergus’ expression softened. “Do ye nae ken what ye do to me, lass?”
Jeane shivered at his low voice, the way his fingertips dug into her through the fabric of her dress. She almost wished it was not in the way, wished that his fingertips could brush across her skin.
“I’m just yer healer,” she hissed, but she did not even try to wrench away from him. She could not; she felt frozen in place, not by fear but by so much desire it physically hurt. “Ye daenae want me for anythin’ else.”
Jeane knew she had no choice. She knew she would give in and marry Fergus if that was what he truly wanted. And not just because she would be safe from her father. Because she wanted him so badly.
His eyes widened at her words.
“Mind yer tongue, lass. Ye ken ye mean more to me than that. If ye daenae listen, I will have to punish ye. Give ye a taste and then take it away. Ye willnae enjoy that, I can tell ye.”
She snorted. “Ye have a big idea about yerself.”
“I will prove it to ye, lass. And when I do, ye willnae have any more doubt that I want ye. I will claim ye as mine, and yer body will react to me whether ye like it or nae.”
“Ye’re mad,” she said, her eyes widening at his words. “Ye’ve got some delusion that I?—”
“I will prove it,” he said again, cutting her off, and then his mouth crashed down on hers.
Jeane knew she should pull away, should pull out of his grip and slap him, but she did not. Could not. Her body was already reacting to the way his thumbs brushed over her hipbones, how his tongue slid between her lips and searched her mouth.
She made a soft squeak against his lips when he grabbed her around the hips, picking her up and placing her against the far wall.
He was between her thighs, rolling his hips to press his manhood against her core, and he was so big that she squeaked again. She knew enough about intercourse from her friends to know that it was supposed to go inside her. How would it ever fit? The pressure felt pleasant but also somehow terrifying. She had never been this close to a man, never even dreamed of it, but it felt like her heart would gallop out of her chest, as if her head might just explode off her shoulders.
It was exhilarating, better than any stunt she had ever pulled, more exciting than any game she had ever played.
Fergus wanted her. Here was the proof—in his kiss, in how he was pressing up against her, his breath hot against her neck as he moved his head to kiss her there.
He left wet, open-mouthed kisses along her throat, and Jeane gasped in breaths, her head spinning.
“I willnae touch ye without yer permission,” he said quietly, looking down into her eyes. “Nae this way. So tell me, little mouse, do ye want me to touch ye?”
“Aye,” she breathed out, unable to even think about lying to him, not when she felt this good.
His hand instantly went to cup her breast, his large palm enveloping it. He groaned in the back of his throat as he bounced it in his hand, dragging his thumb across her peaked nipple.
Jeane moaned, loud and wanton, and then slapped her hand across her mouth.
Fergus chuckled low in his throat, taking her by the wrist and removing her hand. “None of that, mouse. I want to hear ye.”
Then, shockingly, making her head feel even lighter on her shoulders, Fergus dipped his head and fit his mouth around her nipple through the fabric. It was not enough. She wished there were no clothes between them, nothing but air between his skin and hers.
He sucked at her, and Jeane fell apart in his arms, going limp as heat flooded her lower stomach and between her legs.
“Fergus,” she managed, and he looked up like a man possessed, eyes dark with lust.
“Aye, Jeane?”
The way he said her name—herrealname—made her heart beat even faster, even though she had not known that was possible.
