She stilled, instinct telling her what he was about to do. She had a moment of panic. Twenty-seven years of maidenhood, of holding on to her chastity like a holy relic, was not relinquished without a small pang of uncertainty. Was this wrong?
Almost as if he’d heard her unspoken question, he lifted his head. Their eyes met, and any uncertainty she had faded in the intensity of emotion she saw mirrored in his gaze.
And then he touched her.There. In the place she’d unknowingly reserved for him for this moment.
Pleasure bloomed from deep inside her like a flower unfurling its velvety petals in the sun, as he held her gaze and stroked her. It was magical. Beautiful. The most natural, perfect thing in the world. How could it be wrong?
The sensations were building faster now, racing at a frantic pace toward a determinable end. And moments later when she looked into his eyes, as he stroked her to the very peak of passion, when her breath caught, her body clenched, and warmth spread over every inch of her, shattering into a blinding light, Janet knew something else: she was very glad she wasn’t a nun.
Ewen was lost the moment he looked into her eyes. Seeing her break apart, watching the passion spread over her face in sensual euphoria, swollen lips parted, cheeks flushed and eyes soft with pleasure, unleashed something inside him that could not be held back.
Lust surged through him, unlike any he’d ever experienced. It was more powerful. More intense. Deeper. It filled not just his cock—which was as hard as a pillar of marble—but his bones, his blood, every inch of his body, including a part of him that he wished it didn’t: his heart.
His need for her was elemental. Like water and food, and the air he breathed, he had to have her.
The last ebb of her release had yet to fade before he had her on the ground, the discarded plaid underneath her.
He fumbled with his braies.Next time, he swore. Next time he would make it perfect. This time he’d be lucky if he lasted a few minutes.
He was out of control, past the point of reason, his body moving on its own command. He didn’t want to let himself think. Blood pounded through his body, in his head. Sweat gathered on his brow. He’d never wanted anything so intensely in his life.
Blissfully cold air hit his hot skin as he released himself from the painfully binding braies. He moved himself into position, levering his body over hers, inches—seconds—from sweet relief.
He was hard as a spike, red and throbbing. Painfully throbbing. I-need-to-come-right-now throbbing. A drop escaped in wicked anticipation.
His teeth clenched. A few more seconds…
He couldn’t wait for that first exquisite moment of contact, when the hot, sensitive tip would meet warm, feminine dampness. He could almost feel her tight and warm around him, a velvety tight glove, gripping…squeezing…milking. His buttocks clenched.
Her eyes fluttered open. The smile that spread across her face squeezed his chest like a vise, cutting off his already labored breathing. So beautiful…
“That was wonderful. I never imagined…” She looked up at him. “Is there more?”
Greedy lass!He smiled. “Aye, this is only the beginning. I am going to make you—”
Mine.
He stilled. The word jarring something inside of him, rousing his conscience from its drugged slumber.
“Make me what?” she said gamely. She glanced down, eyes widening as they fell on him. “Oh…Oh!”
Her eyes shot back to him uncertainly, and with more than a little fear. It wasn’t without cause. He was built for a woman’s pleasure.
But she wasn’t a woman, she was a maid.
Isa maid, he corrected.
Every muscle in his body flexed with restraint. It would be so easy to surge inside. He bowed his head, his body shaking, fighting for control as the need of his body warred with his mind. A mind he wanted to shut off.
Just finish. You can make it good for her. She wanted this. It’s too late, damn it.
But it wasn’t too late. Not yet.
She isn’t yours. But she can be. A few more inches, and you can make it so.
But at what cost? Everything he’d been fighting to achieve? Was he like his father after all?
He swore, not realizing he’d uttered the vile oath aloud until she gasped.
