Highlander's Passion (The Matheson Brothers Book 2) by Joanne Wadsworth

trials or tribulations lay ahead. Certainly the battle to come would be one they would all fight. Iain’s desires were hers, including all that he was, and she wanted it no other way.
     
     

Chapter 5
     
    Arabel wanted Finlay’s mark with a deep, burning need, one that hardened her nipples into tight points. “You are beyond enticing, Finlay, and a dream I’ve never allowed myself to have, being with another.”
    “Does that mean I can bite you?” He slid his hand inside her bodice and cupped her breast. He thumbed the pebbled peak then dipped his head and licked it. The hot stroke of his tongue sent heat racing to her core and she arched her back and moaned.
    “I cannae think straight, and I’m hot, too hot.” Her nipple throbbed, all achy and wet from his kiss.
    “There is no heat. You’re in complete control, whether you feel that way or not.”
    “You’re wrong. I have next to no control when you touch me the way you do.”
    “Do you wish for me to stop?”
    “No biting me yet. Kiss me again.”
    “I’ll take whatever you’re prepared to give. Kissing it is.” He urged her lips apart and plunged his tongue inside her mouth. His kiss was divine and held an edge of hunger that matched her own. Desire rushed through her and she pressed her breasts against his chest and welcomed every new and needy emotion that raged through her. She stroked down his sides and roamed over his rear. Encased in hip-hugging leather pants, his tight buttocks rocked in her grasp, his shaft full and poking into her belly.
    A deep craving for more flooded her and her heat flared, rippled with a wave across the bed curtains and made the wooden posts creak as they expanded. “Finlay, I’m losing control.”
    “I can sense it. You’re far hotter than before.” He lifted himself from her, his heavenly weight gone from one breath to the next, then he seized the half-filled pail under the side table and held it over top of her. “Do you wish for this?”
    “Aye.”
    He poured and steam billowed.
    Slowly, ever so slowly her body cooled but not the deep and aching desire she had for him. What was she going to do about this desperate need for more that had taken her over? If he ever did mark her, she’d likely burst into flames, and honestly, she could no longer deny how much she wanted him to mark her as she’d marked him. They were mated, and the bond had taken ahold of her with a fierce intensity she couldn’t deny. Never had she felt so alive than when she’d been in his arms, and the thought of being without him, it brought pain to her very soul.
    “I want you.” Tears misted her gaze. “And I hate having to push you away.”
    “I understand why you must, and all will be well, no matter the challenges that lie ahead of us. Keep the faith that we’ll meet them together. Because we will, and always at each other’s side.” He set the pail down and extended a hand to her. “Have you cooled sufficiently?”
    “I have, and I need to remain that way.” She slid her fingers around his and he tugged her to her feet, her gown drying with a mere thought as she stood.
    “We’re soul bound, Arabel, and we’ll work around your skill, because I intend to join with you. You will be mine, forever, just as I will be yours.”
    “Your safety comes first, above all things.” She’d never concede on that.
    “I agree, just as your safety too comes first.” He slid one finger under her chin, kept her gaze firmly on his. “Glad I am that you’ve finally accepted all that we will be.”
    “I will never burn you.” She stood by that conviction. She’d gladly take her own life before she ever harmed a hair on his head.
    “I know. Come. Let’s head downstairs before I lose all thought and drag you back to that bed and really have my wicked way with you.” He opened the door and motioned her through.
    “That no longer sounds like such a bad thing.” She reached up on her toes and kissed his chin then before she could give