He began to move her then. The slightest sway to the music, enough to get her angled such that his back protected her from view. Anyone could be watching, but there was no one near them where they stood on the grass.
She whimpered, a slight mew of need. And he rewarded that sound with a sweep of his hand across her breast. Her nipple was tight! Of course, it was, and yet the feel of that nub against his palm had him wanting to crow aloud in victory. Especially when she trembled at the caress.
“Allow me a kiss,” he whispered, knowing that he would likely take it whether she agreed or not.
“One kiss,” she returned. “If you never press me to dance again.”
He grinned. “You drive a hard bargain.”
He took her then. Not the full way he wanted to, but it was enough for his plans. He pulled her tight against him until she arched her back and lifted her face to his. He felt her hips full against his erection, a womanly cradle to his darker desires. And in the most glorious of moments, she pressed against him there. She surrounded him, held him, and offered herself.
He took her mouth. He thrust himself inside while she opened her teeth and parried with her tongue. A dance of sorts, filled with twisting and thrusting. And when he thumbed her nipple again, she whimpered even as she pulsed against him.
They would do well in bed, he decided. That was what the throb in his cock told him, as well as the scent of her musk that befuddled his thoughts.
“Travel with Miss Rees,” he rasped against her ear. “Come to Scotland with her while she claims her inheritance.”
Clara pulled back and he gloried at the way her eyes blinked in dazed confusion. “What?”
“Come to Scotland with me,” he repeated.
“What? No. I live in London.”
“You can visit Scotland, can you no’?” His accent was thick again, as was his cock and the surging need to throw her over his shoulder and carry her himself straight to his home.
“A visit?” She bit her lip, and his blood surged again. Then she shook her head. “No. No, I cannot. That’s too far away. I don’t know anything about it.”
“I’ll teach you.”
“What if there are highwaymen?”
“I’ll protect you.”
“What about all my friends here?”
She was throwing up excuses. Bad ones at that. Her mind was foggy, her normally quick wits scrambling. His were too, but even he could see that she was fighting him for no rational reason.
“What do you fear?”
She looked him in the eyes, and he watched as the truth tumbled from her lips. “That I’ll never come back.”
She probably wouldn’t, if he had his way.
“A psychic told me that once. That if I ever travel to Scotland, I’ll be lost to the land forever.”
He quirked his lips. “It’s a beautiful land, Clara. Why not get lost in it for a time? I swear I’ll take you back myself if it comes to it.” A lie. Once there, he would have her for sure.
“I don’t believe you.” The woman was clever. No one could argue that.
She stepped back from him, and he released her. Her nipples were still tight, and the pulse beat a rapid tempo in her neck, but she stood tall and faced him squarely.
“I will never go to Scotland. Not even to visit.”
He sighed. “You force me to abduct you. I’d rather not flee the city with your brother on my heels.”
Her eyes widened. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s for your own good.”
