onto the porch. Her emotions were running too high for her to respond to Phelan as she should.
She remained on the porch drinking her wine until he announced dinner was done. Aisley sat at the table and refilled her wineglass before she filled Phelan’s.
It wasn’t until he sat down with her that she realized it was the first time since her parents kicked her out that she had sat down with anyone for a home-cooked meal.
Instead of commenting on that fact, Aisley ate in silence, a wall coming between her and Phelan she couldn’t seem to tear down.
It saddened her tremendously, but even as she wanted to change things, she couldn’t seem to find a way.
Emotion clogged her throat, making it difficult for her to have an appetite. She ate as much of the meal as she could before she pushed her plate aside.
“Was it no’ to your liking?”
His words were hard, brittle. “It was delicious. I’m just not very hungry.”
Aisley gathered her plate and walked to the sink to begin cleaning. They worked side by side, and all too soon the kitchen was clean, leaving her with nothing to do.
And a six-foot-two-inch immortal Highlander to remind her of the pleasure they had shared the night before.
She glanced outside to see it was still raining.
“I willna stop you.”
Aisley jerked her gaze from the window to Phelan. His blue-gray eyes were steady, daring as they watched her.
“Nor will I follow.”
After all the time he had taken tracking her, his words were like a punch in the gut. “You’ve done enough.”
Phelan wanted to hit something. How could such a beautiful woman be so infuriating? “You would walk away so easily?”
“It’s for the best.”
“Ballocks.”
She shrugged and backed up a step. “I wanted one night.”
“Well, I want more.”
“We don’t always get what we want.”
He smiled, though he knew it was cold and calculating. “I do.”
“Not this time,” she stated and squared her shoulders.
Phelan hadn’t taken centuries to learn the art of seduction for nothing. He took a step toward Aisley only to have her retreat. It was easy enough to maneuver her so that she was trapped in the corner of the countertop.
He leaned forward as if he were going to kiss her, and at the last minute shifted so he could lick the lobe of her ear. Then he whispered, “Tell me you didna enjoy last night.”
“You know I did,” she said, though her voice was unsteady.
“And you doona want to be pleasured so again?”
She put her hands on his chest and tried to push him away. “Stop. I know what you’re doing, and it won’t work.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” he said as he took her hands and gently lifted them to his mouth so he could wrap his lips around one of her fingers.
“Phelan,” she said breathlessly. “You’ll regret this later.”
“Then I’ll regret it later. I want you now. Tell me you doona want me, beauty. Tell me, and I’ll walk away never to bother you again.”
Her fawn-colored eyes darkened and her body leaned into him. “God help me, but I want you.”
Her lips parted and her pulse at her throat grew erratic. He inwardly smiled at her reaction. This amazing Druid, this beautiful woman was turning him inside out. Yet he couldn’t get enough of her.
Zelfor roared his approval inside Phelan. And Phelan agreed. There was no other woman like Aisley. Phelan had walked the land for four centuries and never met another like her.
He could walk the world until the end of time and never find anyone who could compare to her.
His fingers plunged into her hair and held her head as he kissed her. Phelan poured all of his passion, all of his yearning into that kiss.
She molded her body to his, open and accepting of anything he demanded of her. The more she gave, the more he wanted. That want became a burning need.
His body was ablaze with desire. The flames licked at his soul, urging him to make her his. Now. Forever.
He moved his arm between them and palmed her breast. When he encountered material, he let a claw extend and then he ripped her dress down the middle and jerked it off her.
In seconds he had her bra removed, and with two swipes of his claw, her panties followed her dress. His hand found her breast again. She moaned into his mouth when he tweaked her nipple. Phelan had never felt such lust flare in his blood before. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode.
For the second time that day, Phelan jerked off his clothes, this time with the help of Aisley. When he was naked, he jerked her against him and stared into her eyes.
“Tell me again,” he demanded.
She kissed his chest before she looked up at him. “I want you.”
Phelan tightened his hold around her. He dropped to his knees, pulling her down with him. There was a smile on her face when he fell onto his back and looked up at her.
She splayed her hands on his chest and straddled him. Phelan watched in spellbinding awe as she rose up on her knees, her gaze fastened on him. Then she took his aching cock in hand and brought it to her entrance.
It took a herculean effort to remain still instead of raising his hips and plunging inside her, but somehow he managed it. Barely.
Aisley’s head dropped back when she lowered herself onto his rod. He gritted his teeth together and let her remain in control. She impaled herself on him slowly, her wet heat surrounding him.
She rocked forward, wringing a low moan of satisfaction from him. Phelan gripped her hips so he could urge her faster or slower, but his hands itched to touch more of her.
Her breasts jostled as her movements grew quicker. She was wanton and passionate, beautiful and reckless. And all his.
Something primal, primitive grew inside him as he stared at the woman who had fascinated him from the start. He didn’t care about her past. His only thought was of the now.
And the future.
He cupped her breasts. Each time she rocked her hips, he raised his. The movement was taking each of them higher, the pleasure calling them onward.
The turgid peaks of her nipples grazed his palms as he massaged her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger adding pressure as he did.
She cried out and lifted her head. With her hands once more braced on his chest, she met his eyes and rode him hard and wild.
There would be no holding back for either of them, no prolonging the exquisite release. The need was too great, too intense to be denied any longer.
Only Aisley, beautiful, mystifying Aisley, could bring him to the edge of a climax so easily.
“Come with me,” he urged.
She gave a small nod in response. Phelan ducked his head and took her nipple in his mouth while his hands palmed her fine ass. He held the peak gently between his teeth and ran his tongue back and forth over the nipple.
Her legs tightened a moment before her body clamped around his cock. Phelan dimly heard her scream as they climaxed together.
The force of it sent him reeling. The world was twisting, turning as indescribable rapture flooded them,
