Page 48 of Highland Storm

“Aye.”

“Nay. It never feels guid to take a life,” he told her. “But I try no’ to focus on that. I try, instead, to pay more attention to all the lives I’ve saved.”

“Hawke, I’m frightened for my faither. If what Lennox says is true, then I fear he really has lost control, just like ye suspected. He is ill and needs me to heal him. I dinna even ken if Euan has hurt him or possibly killed him by now.” A tear involuntarily slipped from her eye. Hawke reached out and brushed it away with his thumb.

“Dinna think of that tonight, lass. Instead, only think of the time we are spendin’ together, in case it never happens again.”

“And why would that be?” she asked, waiting for him to tell her the truth that on his mission to Crookston Castle he might be killed.

He didn’t answer her, and neither did he ask any more questions. Instead, he reached over and put both arms around her, kissing her deeply and letting his tongue enter her mouth.

Something within her made her forget he was the enemy. Instead, she focused on what she had tonight, hoping it would turn into more than just kisses. Then his open hands slid higher, up her sides, brushing against her breasts. He continued his exploration by pushing her bodice off her shoulders and nuzzling her neck. Her breathing labored as his face came closer to her cleavage.

“I canna get enough of ye, lass,” he whispered, his breath on her skin feeling hot and sultry. It caused her to be filled with lust. And when he reached up and slid the fingers of one hand beneath her bodice, cupping her bare breast, her head fell back with her eyes closed.

His thumb brushed past her nipple once, and then twice, causing it to go taut in anticipation. Rolling the nub between his fingers, she felt the excitement within her growing and tingling all the way down between her legs.

His mouth replaced his hand and his tongue swirled around her nipple. Then his free hand caressed her twin peak. Suckling at her, he removed his breeches with his other hand. When she realized what he was doing, she glanced downward, seeing his erection and gasped.

“Hawke, mayhap we should slow down,” she said, suddenly feeling frightened.

“I will try, but ye have me so hot and bothered right now, love, that if I do no’ take ye, I swear I’m goin’ to burst.”

“I dinna think –”

“Feel,” he said, taking her hand and wrapping it around his hardened form. She gasped again at the size of this lusty warrior, wondering how it would feel for him to enter her. She meant to pull away but now she was so randy that she squirmed beneath him on the bed. And when he pushed up her gown and pulled off her braies, she felt as if she could barely wait. He cupped her mound and caressed her womanly folds. Guided by her own liquid passion, his finger slid forward, entering her. Moaning in pleasure, she had all she could do not to lift her legs and wrap them around him. She needed to feel him inside her. She wanted him even closer. Aye, she felt the urgency and desire to have him!

Mayhap it was the whisky controlling her actions, or perhaps only her unsated lust that made her do it. But she felt so randy that she wasn’t about to let him pull away.

“Take me, Hawke. Make love to me. I want to ken how it feels to be yer lover.”

“Och, lass, ye make it hard to say nay.”

“I willna let ye leave, so dinna even try.” With that, she managed to raise her legs around his waist, hearing a low moan at the back of his throat.

“Are ye sure, love?” he asked, hesitating. She saw the need in his eyes. “After all, we are enemies.”

“Do ye find it excitin’ to think about beddin’ yer enemy?” she asked.

“I find it excitin’ to think about beddin’ ye.”

“I have never wanted a man the way I do ye,” she said. “Do, it, Hawke. Do it, before one of us pulls away and leaves us both unfulfilled and unsated.”

He slid his manhood into her, slowly at first almost as if he were teasing her. She clamped her legs around him tighter. “I want more,” she cried. “More. Please.”

“I canna deny a lassie when she says please.”

He thrust his full length into her then, and she stiffened just for a moment to get used to his size. He slid out and back in and their rhythm became faster and faster. Her back arched up off the bed.

Then he grabbed her buttocks in his hands and lifted her, getting to his knees.

“What are ye doin’?” she asked.

“I always wanted to try it standin’ up.”

“I dinna think that’s possible.”

“Do ye want to find out?”