already, so Adam laid her down on the crisp linens.
Oh, God, he’s going to . . . It’s going to happen and I canna stop it.
She stiffened.
“Be easy, lass,” Adam said as he settled beside her. “I’ll see to it ye go to the altar a virgin yet.”
She swallowed hard. How could she tell him that was the least of what troubled her? This wasn’t at all how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to guard herself. Even once the words were said over them in the kirk, she’d planned to be icy and untouchable. She’d open her legs, but not her heart.
His intoxicating kisses had put paid to that scheme.
He leaned down to her again. “Dinna fear me.”
I fear myself , danced on her tongue but she couldn’t make her voice work.
He took possession of her mouth again while his hand played a lover’s game with her breast. He stroked. He teased. He took the ache and made it worse.
And better.
Who knew such torment could be so pleasing?
She ought to stop him. She ought to scream. Barclay and Fife would come running if they were within earshot. But then Adam’s men would join the fray. Her guards wouldn’t stand a chance.
Neither did she.
The laird of Bonniebroch was relentless. He pressed his lips against the base of her throat, planting feather-light kisses up her neck and along her jawline. Then he raked his teeth against her tender skin.
She gasped at the shock of it. And at the greater shock that the slight pinch of pain registered as pleasure along with the rest of the wicked game he was playing on her flesh. His hand left her breast and skimmed over her ribs. He dallied near her navel for a few breathtaking moments, then moved steadily down her body. His mouth found her nipple again, and Cait’s eyes rolled back in her head. It was as if her breasts sent a message of need to other places in her body, leaving her panting and throbbing.
He made her want the most outrageous things. She ached to be touched, to be tormented in the most unlikely of places.
Then, as if he’d divined her secret thoughts, his fingers slid down and invaded her soft curls, exploring the slippery folds between her legs.
“Aye, lass, like that,” he murmured when her knees spread apart without her being aware of moving them.
Traitor, she named her own body.
It didn’t change a thing. Adam Cameron continued to enslave her with pleasure and her body was his willing ally. He caressed her. He ran his knuckles over an especially tender spot and she sucked in a surprised breath at the joy that shivered over her whole being. She was swollen and achy and feverishly warm.
And, to her shame, she couldn’t stop herself from arching into his hand.
“That’s it, my Cait. Sing for me.”
She hadn’t realized till then that the small sounds of distress that reached her ears were coming from her own mouth. She wasn’t sure what she needed, but the throbbing ache grew deeper with each deft flick of his talented fingers.
Oh, how she wanted.
But Cait wasn’t one to beg. Her hips rose to meet his strokes, as she felt a knot inside her tightening. She hovered at the edge of something, almost there, nearly . . . Dear God, there must be an end.
Then the tightness broke. She came utterly undone.
She might have called out his name as her limbs bucked with the force of her release but she couldn’t be sure. Her mind was not working properly. Bliss washed over her, coating her, like the spray of foam had covered her while she waited for her selkie to come.
Then in a few more heartbeats, the ferociously joyful pounding faded and she was able to draw a deep breath.
He’ll take his ease of me now. ’Tis my chance to pull away. To no’ be here. No’ really. Oh, Lord, make my soul a wee mousie. Let me hide in the corner and not come back to my body till it’s all over.
But Adam didn’t move to take her. He simply smoothed his fingertips over her belly and pressed a kiss to her temple. Then he pulled her close in a surprisingly gentle
Oh, God, he’s going to . . . It’s going to happen and I canna stop it.
She stiffened.
“Be easy, lass,” Adam said as he settled beside her. “I’ll see to it ye go to the altar a virgin yet.”
She swallowed hard. How could she tell him that was the least of what troubled her? This wasn’t at all how it was supposed to be. She was supposed to guard herself. Even once the words were said over them in the kirk, she’d planned to be icy and untouchable. She’d open her legs, but not her heart.
His intoxicating kisses had put paid to that scheme.
He leaned down to her again. “Dinna fear me.”
I fear myself , danced on her tongue but she couldn’t make her voice work.
He took possession of her mouth again while his hand played a lover’s game with her breast. He stroked. He teased. He took the ache and made it worse.
And better.
Who knew such torment could be so pleasing?
She ought to stop him. She ought to scream. Barclay and Fife would come running if they were within earshot. But then Adam’s men would join the fray. Her guards wouldn’t stand a chance.
Neither did she.
The laird of Bonniebroch was relentless. He pressed his lips against the base of her throat, planting feather-light kisses up her neck and along her jawline. Then he raked his teeth against her tender skin.
She gasped at the shock of it. And at the greater shock that the slight pinch of pain registered as pleasure along with the rest of the wicked game he was playing on her flesh. His hand left her breast and skimmed over her ribs. He dallied near her navel for a few breathtaking moments, then moved steadily down her body. His mouth found her nipple again, and Cait’s eyes rolled back in her head. It was as if her breasts sent a message of need to other places in her body, leaving her panting and throbbing.
He made her want the most outrageous things. She ached to be touched, to be tormented in the most unlikely of places.
Then, as if he’d divined her secret thoughts, his fingers slid down and invaded her soft curls, exploring the slippery folds between her legs.
“Aye, lass, like that,” he murmured when her knees spread apart without her being aware of moving them.
Traitor, she named her own body.
It didn’t change a thing. Adam Cameron continued to enslave her with pleasure and her body was his willing ally. He caressed her. He ran his knuckles over an especially tender spot and she sucked in a surprised breath at the joy that shivered over her whole being. She was swollen and achy and feverishly warm.
And, to her shame, she couldn’t stop herself from arching into his hand.
“That’s it, my Cait. Sing for me.”
She hadn’t realized till then that the small sounds of distress that reached her ears were coming from her own mouth. She wasn’t sure what she needed, but the throbbing ache grew deeper with each deft flick of his talented fingers.
Oh, how she wanted.
But Cait wasn’t one to beg. Her hips rose to meet his strokes, as she felt a knot inside her tightening. She hovered at the edge of something, almost there, nearly . . . Dear God, there must be an end.
Then the tightness broke. She came utterly undone.
She might have called out his name as her limbs bucked with the force of her release but she couldn’t be sure. Her mind was not working properly. Bliss washed over her, coating her, like the spray of foam had covered her while she waited for her selkie to come.
Then in a few more heartbeats, the ferociously joyful pounding faded and she was able to draw a deep breath.
He’ll take his ease of me now. ’Tis my chance to pull away. To no’ be here. No’ really. Oh, Lord, make my soul a wee mousie. Let me hide in the corner and not come back to my body till it’s all over.
But Adam didn’t move to take her. He simply smoothed his fingertips over her belly and pressed a kiss to her temple. Then he pulled her close in a surprisingly gentle
Similar Books
