He pulled her against his chest with an arm around her waist, and his other hand cupped her cheek.
“We have to stop, lass,” he said, pulling away slightly.
“Why?” she whispered, trying to kiss him again.
“I daenae want to frighten ye,” he murmured.
And he meant it because he did not think himself capable of moving slowly with her should he continue. Already, his hands itched to peel away the flimsy nightgown she wore and feast on her flesh until she was screaming his name.
Ruaridh had known that stepping into her chambers when she wore nothing but the translucent fabric was a mistake, but he had been powerless to resist the curves that the candle had shown him.
Hearing that it had been him she had chosen to complete her list with, and not Callum, had been the final straw that broke his resolve.
“You do not scare me, my Laird,” she retorted, eyes flashing with fire.
Lord, she was beautiful. His little spitfire challenged him at every turn.
He pulled her tighter against him so she would feel just how much he burned for her. Her eyes widened, letting him know she understood his meaning.
“Ye have every reason to fear me, Violet,” he growled. “I may nae be able to be gentle with ye, nae when I burn with such hunger for ye.”
She placed her hands against his chest and leaned up to place a small kiss on his lips. “You don’t have to keep holding back,” she told him. “I want you.”
His eyes searched hers, wanting to see if he had perhaps intimidated her into giving in to him, but then she nodded, her eyes hooded with desire.
He kissed her then, fighting against his raging lust as his hands moved to the laces at her neck that kept her nightgown fastened. Once he loosened them, the nightgown gaped, and it was easy to slide it off her shoulders. She did the rest, removing her arms from the sleeves. It pooled at her feet, and he stepped back to take her in.
She was a perfect craftsmanship of soft, feminine curves, with long legs made for loving. The dark tips of her perfectly full breasts made his mouth water with the need to taste them, and the blonde curls at the junction of her thighs called to him to see her and taste her.
She was a goddess in the golden candlelight, with the long tresses of her blonde hair hanging behind her. He was almost at a loss for where to begin.
She lowered her eyes and bit her lip in a manner that showed her unease. He tilted her face up to his with a finger under her chin.
“Ye’re very bonny,” he purred, before kissing her softly.
He took his time, slowly walking her back till the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed, and she flopped down. He climbed over her.
The intimacy of this new position had his cock swelling, but he made sure not to frighten her.
He kissed down her lips to her chin and then her neck, nipping gently as he went and smiling when she gasped softly. She was so responsive that it was torture for him.
He kissed the swell of her breasts, going on his knees so his hands were free to cup the full mounds. He groaned, moving down to capture one erect nipple between his lips, nipping softly before sucking. She gasped, her back arching off the bed, but he didn’t relent.
Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, but he wished they were in his hair instead. With her, he realized he found the pain she inflicted with her nails pleasurable.
He moved to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on it, and her left hand slid into his hair, gripping it tightly. Her nails raked across his scalp, and he groaned against her.
He moved further down her body to her belly, letting his tongue dip into her navel, and then moved down to the nest of curls at the junction of her thighs.
The scent of her arousal reached him first, and his mouth watered, wanting to taste her.
She had teased him for having a sweet tooth, and she wasn’t wrong. He had a weakness for sweet treats, and he was sure her taste would be the new weakness that would plague his waking and sleeping hours.
“What… what are you doing?” she asked, biting her lip.
“I wish to taste ye,” he answered, meeting her eyes.
“Is that…” She swallowed. “Is that what is typically done?”
