With her big toe, she traced the back of his calf.
His eyes flew open, wild and dark in the shadowed light. “What do you think yer doing?”
“Warming my feet?”
“Warming yer feet,” he repeated, his tone making no disguise of his doubt.
“Aye.” She reached out, laying her hands on his chest, feeling the muscles jump under her fingers. “My hands are cold, too.”
“They dinna feel cold to me,” he rasped oddly, his body tensing as if all his muscles had frozen into place. “They’re more like hot coals.”
Her eyes locked with his and she scooted closer, allowing the nightdress to twist lower. Her hands edged up his chest to his shoulders as if it were beyond her control to stop them.
When she slid her leg in between his, nudging his plaid up as she lifted her knee, he grabbed her arms.
“You dinna ken what yer doing, lass. You need to stop this. Right now.” His voice had gone gravelly and as dark as his eyes.
She pushed forward again, meeting no resistance, until her bared breasts met the heat of his chest.
He sucked in his breath and she pushed against him, rolling him to his back, straddling her leg over him as they turned.
She looked deep into his eyes, feeling as if she could see her future there, knowing everything in her life was about to change.
Whatever powers watched over them now, there would be no forgiveness for her this time. Unlike her spying on him at the pool, what she did now wasn’t accidental or beyond her control. What she did now was her choice.
“Isabella...” He spoke her name on a breathless moan.
Entirely her choice and entirely what she wanted.
She leaned down and lightly touched her mouth to his, feeling the heat of his breath on her face when she broke the touch.
“This is a very bad idea, Isa,” he whispered, though the grip he kept on her arms held her close.
She dipped her head, tracing his full lower lip with her tongue before she answered. “Then I must be a very bad woman, Robbie, for this is what I want and what I intend to have this night.”
“Yer no worse than me, love.” He lifted his head to gently kiss her mouth, a truly wicked smile curving his lips and lighting his eyes. “We’re two of kind in this.”
With one hand behind her head, he rolled, flipping her to her back before she even realized he was moving. He lay between her legs, his mouth moving across her cheek and slowly down her neck while his big hands massaged her aching breasts.
When he took her nipple into his mouth as if to suckle, the ball of heat that had pooled low in her belly felt as if it exploded, sending the fire of need lower, to the spot between her legs where he pressed his body against her.
His tongue, wet and warm, curved around her nipple as he sucked, then teased her with quick little flickers of motion that drove her wild. She arched her back, pushing up against him, and his hands slid down her sides, leaving a trail of fire and goose bumps in their path.
“This has got to go,” he muttered, raising his head from her breast and leaning back far enough to pull the nightdress down and off her legs. “And this.”
She had no idea a plaid could be unwrapped so quickly.
And then he was on her again. She spread her legs around him as he traced his hands along her body, blazing a path from her breasts across her stomach and down to the sensitive area between her legs.
He brushed his fingers over her mound of curls and she thought she heard him murmur something about her giving redheads a good name, but her ability to think at all disappeared as he gently thrust a finger inside her.
She bucked up against his hand and he found a whole new way to drive her insane, running his thumb over her most sensitive nub while inserting and withdrawing his fingers.
“Slow, love. We’ll just take it slow,” he whispered, his hands doing magic things to her body.
She lost track of time as he continued. Deep inside, a pressure built, growing and demanding more until at last it felt as if something shattered. Something so wonderful, so fantastic, it sparked out through her entire body, leaving her legs trembling and her body weak.
“Are you ready?” he asked, grasping her hips with his big hands and tilting them up.
