Page 48 of Brigand

But when he had bared her completely, when the dress layabout her in tatters and he continued his downward journey, everything withinher constricted.

He spread her legs. He thumbed her cleft, opening it. Hisbreath, hot and harsh, danced over her core.

“Ewan!” A howl. Panicked and frail.

Still, he did not stop.

He touched her. With his tongue. There.

Her mind went blank. Her body clenched. Every nerve endingawoke and sang.

Never. Never in her life had she imagined…

He nuzzled deeper between her folds, drawing that hardbutton between his lips. He sucked, nibbled, lapped.

She braced her feet on the bed and arched up into him with aferal howl. “God, yes!” His chuckled vibrated through her, causing moredelicious sensations to spiral from her pearl straight through to her womb.

When he nudged his fingers into her body she lost allconnection with the mortal world. Her mind reeled, her heart froze, her breathstalled in her throat. Wave after wave of agony, of the sweetest bliss tookher. She writhed, whimpered, wailed.

He kept at her, working her, worshiping her until she wasboneless and replete. Only then did he work his way back up to capture her lipsagain. He eased his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, he entered herwith his rigid cock.

And he fucked her.

He fucked her slowly and gently at first, as though she weremade of spun sugar. But then when his passion reached its zenith, when his cockswelled inside her and his moans became feral grunts, when his desperation wasnear a keening edge, he fucked her hard. And fast. Filling her with one deepexquisite plunge after another. Driving her, taking her, commanding her higherand higher and higher until, like those birds, she flew.

And flew.

And flew.

They made love several more times during the night. Eachencounter more desperate than the last. By the time dawn stretched over thehorizon, Violet was utterly exhausted and totally replete.

No, perhaps he didn’t love her. But he wanted her.

And that would have to be enough.

For now.

Chapter Thirteen

Ewan grimaced when he awoke. The sun was high in the sky. Hehadn’t intended to sleep in. Today would be his last day with Violet and hedidn’t want to waste a minute. He had no idea why Jessie hadn’t alreadyscratched on his door with his breakfast.

He leaned up on his elbow and gazed down at her. Shesnuffled a snore. His heart hitched.

Poor thing. He’d exhausted her.

He hadn’t intended to make love to her all night. But everytime they finished and he held her cradled in his embrace, he would rememberMoncrieff was coming for her soon, and panic would claw at Ewan’s gut. Andbefore he knew it, they were at it once more.

He couldn’t resist.

He was ready for her.

Her belly growled and he frowned. If he was going to be agentleman, he shouldn’t fuck her again—at least not until he’d gotten her somesustenance. He decided to run down to the kitchen and order a tray. Then hewould return here and—and have her. Hold her. Kiss her again.

To his chagrin, Kaitlin MacAllister was on her way up thespiral staircase as he made his way down buttoning his shirt. “What the hellare you doing here?” he sputtered. “I told you to stay in your room.”

She tipped up a defiant chin. Lord, she was pretty. She justwasn’t… She just wasn’t. “I am going to see Violet.”

He blanched. “You most certainly are not.”