made his heart pound.
Mine .
She was meant for him. She just didn’t know it yet.
Ansley tightened her grip around his waist as if otherwise unable to stay on her feet. Her whole body quivered.
Leargan pulled her even closer, reveling in her softness. His erection twitched. No doubt she could feel it. “Ansley,” he whispered against her mouth. After cupping her face, he placed a gentle kiss to her lips.
She looked dazed, her eyes heavy and cloudy.
Moments passed and she said nothing, so he took her mouth again.
Starting off slow and sweet like before wasn’t enough this time. Leargan kissed her harder.
Ansley rubbed her tongue against his, whimpering. She gave and took as much as he did, sucking, nibbling, tongues dancing and dueling.
Leargan pushed her against the corridor wall, mapping every inch of her tall slender form. His fingertips brushed her bare neck, following the V of her tunic, and he wanted to dip his hand inside, but he cupped her breasts on the outside of the soft fabric instead.
Ansley arched against him, moaning.
His erection pulsed in his breeches while he struggled for control. Need was burning him from the inside out.
She snaked her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his hair.
He lifted her leg, slipping his hand to the underside of her thigh, and nestling his pelvis against hers.
The feel of her leather breeches made him pause. Too bad she wasn’t wearing a skirt. He would’ve been touching her skin then. But it wouldn’t be long. He had to touch her.
She pressed even closer, gasping from the intimate contact.
Leargan groaned and rocked his hips. He reached for her belt. Her hot bare skin was only inches from his fingertips.
“Leargan,” Ansley breathed against his lips.
Her voice snapped him out of the passionate fog.
His name on her lips... Innocent.
What are you doing?
This was Ansley Fraser, not some whore or willing maid. He had her against the wall of a lit corridor in the middle of the day where anyone could have seen them.
Leargan had been about to take her, for Blessed Spirit’s sake.
She was no doubt a virgin.
Disgust shot his desire to hell and his gut roiled.
He never lost control, let alone with a woman. Leargan needed to get away from her before he did something that couldn’t be reversed, something they’d both regret.
Releasing her, he stifled a groan when his gaze raked her face.
Ansley’s eyes were hazy and confused, her lips swollen from their kisses and cheeks flushed. Her red hair was pleasantly mussed, and it took all he was made of not to draw her back into his arms and kiss her again.
His neck tingled from her touch and his whole body throbbed. “I’m sorry,” Leargan panted.
Her brow knitted and she straightened against the wall.
He tore his gaze away.
Coward.
“I need to see to some…duties.”
One boot in front of the other, Leargan forced himself to walk away while he still could.
Chapter Six
Ansley put her fingertips to her lips. She could still feel him there, taste him.
The corridor blurred, and tears scalded her cheeks before she could stop them.
He’d apologized .
For kissing her. Walked away.
Her chest ached. Had she just been stabbed in the heart?
Leargan’s apology ruined what they’d shared.
She’d been thinking about him when they’d collided in the corridor.
Wide enough that two warhorses could walk it abreast, yet she’d run into him. Her cheek had smarted, but she’d been fine.
Was it fate?
Ansley ignored the notion. Just because he finally knew who she was didn’t mean he was for her. A man as handsome as Sir Leargan Tegran could have any woman he wanted. Why would he even consider freckle-faced Ansley Fraser?
But he’d kissed her. Twice.
She’d never experienced longing like she had at the first touch of Leargan’s lips. The feel of his hard body pressed against hers. Protected, but consumed at the same time. It was an odd contradiction that left her wanting to get even closer
Mine .
She was meant for him. She just didn’t know it yet.
Ansley tightened her grip around his waist as if otherwise unable to stay on her feet. Her whole body quivered.
Leargan pulled her even closer, reveling in her softness. His erection twitched. No doubt she could feel it. “Ansley,” he whispered against her mouth. After cupping her face, he placed a gentle kiss to her lips.
She looked dazed, her eyes heavy and cloudy.
Moments passed and she said nothing, so he took her mouth again.
Starting off slow and sweet like before wasn’t enough this time. Leargan kissed her harder.
Ansley rubbed her tongue against his, whimpering. She gave and took as much as he did, sucking, nibbling, tongues dancing and dueling.
Leargan pushed her against the corridor wall, mapping every inch of her tall slender form. His fingertips brushed her bare neck, following the V of her tunic, and he wanted to dip his hand inside, but he cupped her breasts on the outside of the soft fabric instead.
Ansley arched against him, moaning.
His erection pulsed in his breeches while he struggled for control. Need was burning him from the inside out.
She snaked her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his hair.
He lifted her leg, slipping his hand to the underside of her thigh, and nestling his pelvis against hers.
The feel of her leather breeches made him pause. Too bad she wasn’t wearing a skirt. He would’ve been touching her skin then. But it wouldn’t be long. He had to touch her.
She pressed even closer, gasping from the intimate contact.
Leargan groaned and rocked his hips. He reached for her belt. Her hot bare skin was only inches from his fingertips.
“Leargan,” Ansley breathed against his lips.
Her voice snapped him out of the passionate fog.
His name on her lips... Innocent.
What are you doing?
This was Ansley Fraser, not some whore or willing maid. He had her against the wall of a lit corridor in the middle of the day where anyone could have seen them.
Leargan had been about to take her, for Blessed Spirit’s sake.
She was no doubt a virgin.
Disgust shot his desire to hell and his gut roiled.
He never lost control, let alone with a woman. Leargan needed to get away from her before he did something that couldn’t be reversed, something they’d both regret.
Releasing her, he stifled a groan when his gaze raked her face.
Ansley’s eyes were hazy and confused, her lips swollen from their kisses and cheeks flushed. Her red hair was pleasantly mussed, and it took all he was made of not to draw her back into his arms and kiss her again.
His neck tingled from her touch and his whole body throbbed. “I’m sorry,” Leargan panted.
Her brow knitted and she straightened against the wall.
He tore his gaze away.
Coward.
“I need to see to some…duties.”
One boot in front of the other, Leargan forced himself to walk away while he still could.
Chapter Six
Ansley put her fingertips to her lips. She could still feel him there, taste him.
The corridor blurred, and tears scalded her cheeks before she could stop them.
He’d apologized .
For kissing her. Walked away.
Her chest ached. Had she just been stabbed in the heart?
Leargan’s apology ruined what they’d shared.
She’d been thinking about him when they’d collided in the corridor.
Wide enough that two warhorses could walk it abreast, yet she’d run into him. Her cheek had smarted, but she’d been fine.
Was it fate?
Ansley ignored the notion. Just because he finally knew who she was didn’t mean he was for her. A man as handsome as Sir Leargan Tegran could have any woman he wanted. Why would he even consider freckle-faced Ansley Fraser?
But he’d kissed her. Twice.
She’d never experienced longing like she had at the first touch of Leargan’s lips. The feel of his hard body pressed against hers. Protected, but consumed at the same time. It was an odd contradiction that left her wanting to get even closer
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