“Find yer peak?” he whispered, lips sliding over the front of her throat. “I thought I did that well enough.”
“Oh, oh aye, ye did, but ye never seemed to find yers. I daenae want it to be like that. Nae this time.”
He pulled back, seeking out her gaze. A flush spread across his cheeks, and his eyes were blown wide and dark with desire.
“It willnae be,” Creighton promised thickly. “Nae this time. I daenae believe that I could hold meself back if I tried.”
Nora was caught in a wide grin when he kissed her again, teeth clinking once, his tongue warm and heavy inside her mouth. The world trembled around her, and she was lifted and placed back on the table. A warm hand curled around her knee, and Nora made herself pull back slightly, forcing air into her lungs.
“Nae here! We prepare medicines on this table,” she breathed, fighting back a giggle.
Creighton buried his head in the crook of her neck, letting out a low, disappointed growl that echoed through her body.
“Where, then?”
“That door, the third one along.”
He lifted her as easily as if she weighed nothing at all. Nora tightened her grip around his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. Together, they moved toward the door she had pointed out. Creighton kicked it open, revealing a small, narrow room with a bed pushed into the corner, ready for a patient.
Carefully, as if putting down a most precious burden, Creighton lowered her onto the bed. He followed her down at once, pressing their lips together in a quick, almost careless kiss.
Nora didn’t care. Her blood sang in her veins, and desire felt like a hot, relentless ripple in the back of her mind. Knees planted on either side of her hips, Creighton pulled back, red-faced.
“Are ye sure about this, lassie?” he breathed. “This is more than what we have done before.”
“I’m sure,” Nora whispered, reaching up to tug at his shirt. “I’m ready.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. Instantly, he understood the signal, tearing off his shirt with such force that she was sure she heard a seam rip. Muscles rippled across his body—thick biceps andcorded forearms hanging by his sides. Nora swallowed hard and leaned forward, resting her palm on his chest. His skin was hot—almost too hot.
“I can feel yer heart,” she whispered. “It’s beating fast.”
He placed his hand over hers. “It beats for ye, Nora.”
The pulse of desire flared lower, turning into a demanding ache between her legs. Perhaps Creighton felt it too, because at that moment he leaned forward, capturing her lips with his own. Things were moving faster than before, and while Nora longed to undress properly, to feel his skin hot against hers, she was not willing to ask him to wait, to pull back, to help her unlace her gown.
Hands slid down her body, cupping the curves of her breasts, her sides, her hips, gently pushing her thighs further apart. His knuckles brushed the inside of her thighs, and that was all the warning she had before his fingers slid against her core, hot and wet already. Nora let out a ragged sigh, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.
“None of that,” Creighton growled, cupping her cheek. The pad of his thumb swiped roughly across her lower lip. “I want ye to keep yer eyes open. I want ye to look at me.”
She opened her eyes with an effort. Already, the world seemed to be shifting and wobbling around her. He caught her eye and grinned, wolfishly, tracing the line of her scar with one finger.
Had anybody ever touched her scar before? Deliberately? Nora thought not, and that idea sent a pulse of heat through her gut.
Between the kisses and touches and his fingers sliding expertly against her, Nora’s peak was not far off. She was ready for it, already twisting her fingers into the sheets and tensing her thighs, when he pulled away entirely, sitting back on his heels.
Nora gave a groan of disappointment. “What did ye stop for?”
“Lassie, didnae ye just say that ye wanted to share a peak today?” He laughed, hands dropping to his waistband. “There’s still time to change yer mind.”
Her mouth dried out. “Nay, I daenae want to change me mind. I daenae.”
He nodded slowly, undoing his belt with practiced fingers, pulling it free. Next, he undid the buttons below his waistband, pulling the gap open and down enough to let his member spring free.
Nora eyed it with curiosity. “And that’ll fit?”
“Aye.” He paused, tilting his head. “As I said, ye can change yer mind.”
“If I had wanted to change me mind, I would have done it by now.”
