Tyler, Lynn - For Her Honor [For Her] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lynn Tyler Page B

convey what she was feeling for him, the words that might convince him to ease the ache growing between her legs. “I am hot and achy between my legs. You can help me…Robbie, please . This may be my only chance to experience the pleasures of flesh.”
    He moaned, and his grip shifted from trying to push her away to pulling her closer. “Ah, lass…’tis wrong.”
    “Then why does it feel so good?” she asked, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him down gently. A shiver ran up her spine when his hair brushed her jaw.
    “Lass,” he protested, even as he allowed her to pull him down. “Really, we should stop.”
    “I find I do not want to stop,” she murmured. She could feel his breath whispering over her lips and strained to push her face closer to his, desperate for his kiss.
    He moaned again and lowered his head, pressing his lips gently to hers. Jocelyn luxuriated in the sensations racing through her. His lips were like velvet, and he stroked them over her own softly, allowing her plenty of opportunity to change her mind. She couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped, and he deepened the kiss, licking his tongue across the seams of her mouth. She opened for him and tentatively stroked his invading tongue with her own.
    His hands slipped down her arms and settled on her waist, where they tightened. Tangling her hands in his hair, she gave herself over to the feelings he was arousing in her. She could feel his cock growing harder against her belly and rubbed against it instinctively, savoring the triumph as she felt the last of his reservations melt away when he flexed his hips against her.
    He tore his mouth away from hers, but she barely had time to moan in protest before he sent his lips down her neck. She shuddered as he discovered a particularly sensitive spot just behind her ear. The feeling between her legs intensified, and desperate for some kind of pressure there, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his hip, grinding herself against the hard plane of bone.
    He grunted and cupped her bottom in one hand, hoisting her farther up his body. “Hook your legs around my waist,” he said on a groan. He held her to him as she did as he requested. Her borrowed tunic rode up over her hips, and she gasped as his cock came into contact with the aching place between her legs, only the wet wool of his plaid separating them from skin on skin.
    Jocelyn moved against him frantically, feeling the sensations gather and become stronger. She was striving for the same feeling she had achieved earlier in the morning when she had woken in this man’s arms. He stilled her by holding her hips firmly. “Easy, lass,” he whispered. “There is no need to rush.”
    She disagreed but obeyed anyway, feeling oddly free when she submitted to him. She whimpered again when he returned his attention to her neck. She feathered her lips across his jaw and caressed the long scar at the side of his face with her mouth.
    He froze and pulled his face back from hers, an expression of pain crossing his features. Surely the old scar didn’t still hurt him. It crossed her mind he was self-conscious about his scar, and her heart went out to him. She kissed the scar one more time to show him it didn’t matter to her and moved back to his mouth, kissing him until he responded again.
    Tracing her hands across his shoulders, she marveled at how broad he was. He would fill the entire doorframe in her father’s humble cottage. His size comforted her rather than intimidated. He could keep her safe and was strong enough to bear whatever life threw at him. Not that she needed to be protected, she reminded herself before he scraped his teeth over the pulse in her throat.
    Jocelyn soon became incapable of thought with the sensations racing though her. She moved her hips again, and this time he encouraged her rather than stopping her. Jocelyn was so caught up in the feeling building between her legs that his hand cupping her bare breast startled