Whatever control had tethered Kinsey until then snapped. Her kisses turned hungry, desperate, as did his, their bodies arching against one another. He nudged her back to the door and slid one powerful leg between her legs. She rolled her hips against him, so his muscular thigh rubbed at her sex. Her desire blazed out of control.
She needed him like air.
Footsteps echoed off the wooden boards, heading straight for them.
They should separate. Sir William ought to go to his own room, and she should be in hers. Alone.
She couldn’t feign being aloof around him when she had given herself to such passion. She had to stop. To back away.
But how could she when the very thought made her feel as though she might suffocate without him?
One more kiss.
She kissed him deeply, determined to make the most out of the last one.
He adjusted his position, dragging his body against hers. His arousal pushed at the sensitive spot between her legs.
She sucked in an excited breath.
The footsteps came closer. Too close.
Her hand groped behind her at the door handle. She found the metal latch and opened the door, sending them both spilling inside her room.
William kicked the door closed and stood, staring at her, his breath panting.
“I should go,” he said raggedly.
It was then she realized with certainty that their attraction to one another was too great to ignore. A passion that could not be cast aside, only sated.
She shook her head.
He drew her toward him, and their mouths clashed in a frantic kiss. His hands found her bottom and arched toward her, so his hard cock ground at her sex. She cried out, hoarse with lust.
His mouth moved down her throat, kissing and sucking. “I need to stop,” he rasped.
“Nay, please.” She clung to him. “Don’t stop.”
He shifted a hand from her bottom, up to her breast, trying to cup it where it had been bound against her with a thick band of linen. “I want ye so damn bad.”
She looked at up him. “Then have me.”
He hesitated. “I have to wed—”
“I know.” She tugged the buckle of her belt free and let it drop to the ground. “I don’t care.” She yanked her leine over her head and met his gaze with a challenge. “I’ll have ye any way I can get ye.”
His gaze caressed her body. “Ye’re no’ fighting fair.”
“Depends on which side ye’re on.” She loosened the linen crushing her breasts to her body and let the cloth unfurl to the floor. The last piece slipped off her bosom, and he gave a low growl.
She reached for him and unhooked the fastenings on his gambeson.
“I want to protect ye,” he said in a low voice. “I canna be the one to—”
“I’ve told ye before.” She peeled his gambeson over his shoulders and let one of her hands glide down his torso to frame the column of his arousal with the palm of her hand.
He was hot and impossibly hard. Her sex twitched. “I don’t need protecting.”
He cursed and dragged her against him, his mouth capturing hers as he drew her legs around his waist. Though their clothing separated them from one another, she was still splayed open for him, his thickness laying against her.
He carried her to the bed and lowered them both to the mattress. His mouth teased down her throat, and his hand went to her breast. He found her nipple with first his thumb, then with his mouth and tongue.
Fire and bliss spiraled through her. Kinsey gripped the coverlet beneath her, writhing for more, desperate for release.
His hands moved over her trews as he loved her breasts. There was a little tug at her ties, then her bottoms were pulled away, and cool air washed over her fevered skin. He caught one nipple gently between his teeth, while his fingers found the juncture between her thighs.
Her skin tingled with impossible sensitivity and sent heat surging to her core. She cried out and spread her legs.
She needed more, or she might explode.
He eased lower and looked up at her with a flicker of mischievousness in his dark eyes. He caught her thighs with his upturned palms and opened her legs wider to reveal her sex to him. Watching her, he leaned forward and slid his tongue over her center.
Pleasure. Immediate and instantaneous.
Her head fell back with its intensity, and he lapped at her again. His tongue was merciless as he indulged her. His finger eased inside her, probing while his tongue flicked and circled, teased and tasted.
Whatever wound tight within her could not coil any further and broke free with a force that left her crying out. William’s mouth covered her, stroking her with his wicked tongue as she climaxed.
When she finally floated back down to reality, he eased off her and divested himself of his leine. Firelight rippled over his muscular torso and made her fingers ache to run them across his banded flesh.
Pink skin showed on the scar where she had sewn the arrow wound with her untrained hand, and shadows splotched his torso where he’d been struck in battle.
His hand went to the fastenings of his trews. “Are ye certain?”
Was she certain? She could have laughed at such a question were she not so hot. So…wet.
She could feel her need between her thighs, slippery and eager.
“Are ye?” She pushed upright to sitting and ran her hand lightly over his battered torso. His muscles were firm beneath the softness of his skin and the sprinkling of coarse, dark hair.
He groaned, not with pain, but pleasure. “Only if ye are.”
“I need ye,” she said.
He tugged the ties of his trews free. His cock pushed out from the leather, jutting straight toward her. It was as thick as she’d expected, perhaps more so, and moved slightly with the beat
