her.
“I can smell summer heather on your skin,” he said, as he nuzzled her neck.
She held her breath as his hand moved up her belly, then let it out in a small gasp when his hand encompassed her breast. All her senses were ajar, with the heat of him surrounding her, pressed against her everywhere. His breathing grew harsh as he planted hot, wet kisses on the side of her throat. Then he held her tight against him so that her body moved with his in a slow rocking motion.
“I do want ye,” he said in her ear. “Tell me ye know that.”
“Aye.” For certain he did, but he’d likely want any woman who was pressed up against him naked in bed.
He distracted her by rubbing his thumb over her nipple. The sensations shot to somewhere deep in her belly. Then he turned her on her back and took her breast in his mouth.
Did all men know to do this? She was breathing too fast. She was arching her back, her body begging him not to stop, as the sensations ripped through her and settled in a dull ache between her legs.
She wanted to feel his skin against hers. “Can ye not take off your shirt?”
“Do ye want to kill me, lass?” he asked, but he sat up and whipped his shirt off.
When he pulled her into his arms, she clenched her teeth, savoring the delicious sensation of his hard muscles and rough chest hair against her breasts. He kissed her until she felt as if she were floating.
His tongue moved against hers as he ran his fingers in slow circles from her hip to the top of her thigh. Each time his fingers brushed the place that ached between her legs it caused a burst of sensation. She felt so sensitive there it almost hurt—and yet she nearly groaned in disappointment each time his hand moved away.
When he finally slid his fingers between her legs, the word “Aye!” came out of her mouth. Ian made a low sound in his throat and clamped his mouth over hers.
This wasn’t the slow, sensual kiss of before but greedy, demanding. While he ravished her mouth, his fingers did a magic dance between her legs. She held on to him, wanting him closer, closer still, as the silvery sensations cascaded through her.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her with eyes that were dark with blue fire. “I want to see ye find your release,” he said in a ragged voice. “Do ye know what that is?”
It was hard to concentrate with what he was doing to her with his hand, but she managed to shake her head.
“I want to give ye such pleasure that ye cry out.”
“Do ye?” she asked doubtfully. “Are ye sure?”
“Oh, aye,” he said, giving her a wicked smile that made her toes curl. “Trust me. Let me do this.”
He gave her another deep kiss. Then he was running his tongue between her breasts, circling her nipple, all the while working his magic fingers between her legs. When he took her breast into his mouth and sucked, she heard herself making high-pitched pleading sounds. Whatever he was doing, she wanted more. Sensations coursed through her until every fiber in her being was strained with tension, waiting for something, something more.
Her body felt as if she might snap in two, but Ian was relentless.
And then she burst into a thousand pieces. She heard herself cry out as her body clenched in a spasm of intense pleasure that left her shaking. Before she could catch her breath, Ian was kissing her with a need and an urgency that sent a new surge of desire pulsing through her. His hands were everywhere, squeezing, stroking, as he devoured her with his kisses.
When he rolled on top of her and urged her legs apart with his knee, she didn’t remind him of his promise. She wanted what he wanted. She wanted him inside her, to be joined with him, to be one with him.
A tear slid down the side of her face because this was Ian, the man who was always meant to be her husband. The man she wanted to be her first lover and her last. It could only be Ian. Always Ian, and no other.
When his shaft touched her center, desire surged through her like a wave crashing onto the shore. She pulled on his shoulders, urging him forward.
But he lifted his body away from hers and dropped his head to rest his forehead lightly on her breast bone. Her body was so tense that his breath prickled her damp skin.
“I’m trying hard to remember my promise,” he said.
“I want ye to forget it. Please, Ian.”
But he moved off her and dropped onto his back beside her. The air was charged with the tension between their bodies, and they were both gasping for breath.
“I just needed to stop a moment,” he said.
She turned and tentatively rested her hand on the flat of his stomach. He started at her touch, then took her hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss her fingers.
He rolled to face her and laid his hand against her cheek. “Did ye like that?”
“Aye.” She flushed, feeling embarrassed.
“Ye were wonderful to watch,” he said, running his hand over her hair. “I love the sounds ye made, and the feel of ye under my hands.”
At his words, she felt the tension growing in her again. She swallowed. The intensity of his eyes on hers made it worse. When he put his hand between her legs again, her breath hitched.
Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, he said, “I like that ye are hot and wet for me, Sil. You’re a beautiful woman. You’re everything I want.”
“I don’t know what to do. Shouldn’t I…” She tried to hold on to the thought, but Ian was moving his fingers in
