Page 40 of Stealing a Kilted Heart

With a hand on the back of his neck, Fia pulled him close once more, this time initiating the kiss. At the first contact between their lips, Knox moaned softly, sending another wave of heat through Fia’s body. It was difficult to remember why she was saving herself when someone like the laird was so willing to share the night with her. She could imagine all of his moans, his sighs, the way he would look at her as he would sink deep inside her. She could imagine the way he would her kiss all over her body, touching her where she had only dared to touch herself once or twice in her life.

She didn’t realize that as they kissed and as she imagined all those things, she was moving restlessly against the laird, trying to get some sort of relief, quiet moans tumbling from her lips. It wasn’t until the laird chuckled against her lips and pulled back just enough to look at her that she noticed what she was doing, embarrassment flooding through her and turning her cheeks a bright red.

“Ye ken… there are other ways fer me tae bring ye pleasure without ruinin’ ye?” he asked, his hand coming up to cradle her cheek. Fia leaned into the touch, her breath hitching as she met his heated gaze. “Dae ye want that? Dae ye want me tae touch ye?”

Fia had heard of such ways but had never given them much thought. Now, though, she couldn’t get them out of her mind. Not only was she curious to see what it would feel like to be touched by a man, but her need for him threatened to overwhelm her and she couldn’t resist the idea of him bringing her this pleasure.

Quietly, she nodded and Knox groaned as he leaned in for another kiss, the hand that cradled her cheek now travelling slowly down her body—first to brush against her neck, then to grab onto her breast, his fingers closing around the small swell of it, and then even lower, down her stomach and finally under her dress. The laird’s fingers skimmed over her calf, her thigh, and then, just as he pulled her legs apart with his free hand, brushed against her folds.

Fia gasped, her entire body twitching at that first touch. It was barely there, nothing more than a teasing slide of his fingers over her sensitive skin, but it was enough to stoke the flames of her desire and make her want more.

“Me laird⁠—”

“Say me name,” he said as he grabbed her and hauled her onto his lap, the movement so sudden she had to suppress a shriek. With her back against his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around her waist as his hand worked between her legs, there was nowhere for Fia to go. “Say it.”

“Knox,” Fia gasped, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. Knox kissed her, swallowing up her moans as he gathered the wetness from her core and spread it around her folds, fingers teasing the sensitive spot over her opening. It was unlike anything she had experienced before. It was nothing like the hesitant, faltering touch of her own hand when curiosity had gotten the better of her. Knox worked her expertly, his touch gentle yet firm, his fingers exploring every inch of her.

“Dae ye ken how long I’ve been thinkin’ about ye?” he asked, whispering in her ear. “Spreadin’ ye on me bed, kissin’ ye, tastin’ ye… I bet ye taste like heaven itself.”

Fia groaned, half in arousal and half in embarrassment. She didn’t know how Knox could appear so composed while telling her such things; though perhaps, if she judged by his shallow breaths, he wasn’t composed at all.

“I wish I could see ye,” he said, just as he pushed the tip of a finger inside her, her hand flying up to stifle a cry of pleasure. “I wish I could see all o’ ye. Ye’re so bonnie, Fia… ye have nae idea.”

Those words, combined with the relentless attention from his hand, were enough to push Fia past her peak, her orgasm slamming into her like a wave. She could hardly suppress the shout of his name as she convulsed in his lap, her core throbbing with a pleasure that spread all over her body, to the tips of her fingers. It was a relief the likes of which Fia had never known and her body sagged immediately in Knox’s grip as he pleasured her through her zenith, until his touch was too much for her to bear on her oversensitive flesh.

Panting against him, Fia stared at the dark sky above her with glassy eyes, hardly registering anything other than the jolts of pleasure that still hummed through her body and the rushed, synchronized rhythm of their breaths. She could have never predicted that a man’s touch could feel so good. She could have never thought that by finally giving in to her desire, she would ensnare herself.

How could she ever live without this now? How could she go on with her life, knowing she could be this close to Knox and not allowing herself to give him anything more than a polite, formal greeting?

It had been a mistake to allow this. Now that she knew his touch, she would always crave it.

Knox, oblivious to her inner conflict, pressed kiss after kiss to her neck and shoulder and Fia didn’t have the heart to push him away. The more they stayed like that, though, the shallower her breath became, panic gripping her.

It was all her fault. She was the one who had put herself in this situation, but now she didn’t know how to get herself out of it.

Just as she was about to pull herself away from Knox, though, her panic threatening to bubble over, three bells in quick succession rang throughout the castle grounds. Knox stood abruptly, trying to steady her even as he jostled her off him, and stared at the gates, his chest heaving with every breath he took.

It wasn’t a bell she had heard before, but judging by the way Knox had paled, his face turning a sickly shade of white as though all the blood had drained from it, it couldn’t be good. And when he turned around to look at her, all her worst fears were confirmed.

“There’s an attack,” he said. “Ye must hide.”