Page 47 of Highland Vows of Betrayal

Yet every good sense Noah had seemed to have fled. He only thought of getting closer to Scarlett, to feel the thrill he knew so well by now, but only with her and no one else.

Reaching up, he buried his hand in her red hair and pulled her close against him, so the kiss could be prolonged. Once more, she moaned her surrender, and the sound intoxicated him.

Enough—he knew somewhere in his mind that the timing was wrong. There was still danger at large, and they needed to think clearly. He broke off, pulling back.

“What?” she murmured in surprise. “Ye wish tae stop?”

“We are in a croft,” he pointed out. “Besides, I could swear my bride-to-be wasnae enraptured at being close tae me. She ran out of my chamber when she last saw me bare.”

Her eyes narrowed. “That was because…”

“Because of what? Or did ye like what ye saw?”

She blushed in answer, and he found himself leaning forward again, wanting another kiss. She leaned in as well, and they met in the middle with a clash of lips and hands touching each other desperately. Noah shifted suddenly, pulling her into his lap.

“What dae ye—” she exclaimed, and then when his hands slid past her hips. “Oh!” She reclaimed the kiss, hungry for more, just as he was.

“Ye wish tae truly warm up?” he asked between kisses, deeply aware of her hands gripping his shoulders.

“I could be tempted.” Her hand trailed down his chest, exploring the contours of his muscles.

“Tell me tae stop, and I will,” he whispered, waiting to see what she would do next but she said nothing.

Aye, she wishes for more.

He became more daring as she remained silent. He lifted her shirt and bundled it around her hips. He drew her closer, until her hips touched his. She gasped and jerked her head back, allowing him better access to the tops of her thighs. He kissed her down the back of her neck and across her collarbone. He stayed at the sweet spot at the base of her neck, the one that practically made her mewl.

He finally stroked between her legs. The first touch was brief, but when she moaned, he became bolder.

He stepped back from their kisses to explore further. She flushed bright red at the pleasurable sounds coming from her throat. When he parted her slippery feminine cleft with his fingers and entered her, her head fell back in abandon.

“We… shouldnae…” she trailed off.

“Do ye wish me tae stop?”

“Nae.”

It was the only response he needed. He began to massage her pleasure nub in a circular motion. She moved back and forth against his hand, rocking to the thrill she felt.

Noah was ready for her, but it was all about her now. This was the first climax, the first touch and thrill between them.

He draped a strip of blanket over her waist and laid her down on the floor. He moved over her, widening her legs and delighting her with his hand. Her back arched off the floor as she found ecstasy in a guttural cry so overwhelming and unexpected that she clutched his shoulders tightly. He rode her wave, growling with pleasure at her reaction to him.

Nae one has ever reacted quite like that.

He couldn't explain why tossing her head back and forth excited him so much, or how her convulsing body nearly completely broke down his resistance to finishing the job right away.

When she quieted, he withdrew his fingers from her and kissed her deeply.

“Yer warm now?” he inquired.

“Very.” She kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He held himself up, his hands braced either side of her. When they parted, he saw her reach for the invisible chain she frequently sought.

“Ye reach for the necklace again,” he murmured.

“’Twas special tae me and I lost it,” she explained.

He nodded in understanding, seeing how breathless she was reaching for the missing keepsake.