He was a mere mortal, not some saint.
Nay, he’d never been a saint.
Ewan traced the curve of her swollen lips with his fingertip, before he parted her lips and kissed her deeply.
He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweetness of her breath. The feel of her supple body pressed against his while he loosened the stays for her chemise.
“You should push me away,” he said, pulling back from her kiss to stare down into her gentle, welcoming eyes.
“Perhaps, but I oft do the opposite of what I should do.”
“Aye, lass, you do. And that is one of your more endearing qualities.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Nay, love, I would never mock you.”
Nora’s heart fluttered as he offered her a real smile. It was unexpected and breathtaking.
His eyes fair glowed in the faint moonlight. His heat surrounded her as his arms cushioned her from the cold, damp ground. The heat and strength of him surrounded her.
And she wanted more.
She actually purred as he returned to her lips to kiss her softly. She’d never been touched like this. Never thought a mere kiss could be such a wondrous experience.
And when his warm, callused hand closed around her breast, she jumped in nervous excitement. Pain and pleasure stabbed through her body as heat pooled itself between her legs.
What was this burning in her body? This strange ache that craved him?
She didn’t understand these foreign sensations. They were confusing and consuming.
Ewan left her lips to kiss a trail down her throat to the breast he cupped. Nora swallowed at the sight of his dark head at her breast, at the feel of his tongue teasing her taut nipple. His tongue was rough and hot, his lips soothing and tender.
She cupped his head to her, and let the locks of his hair tease her fingers.
He was so beautiful there, tasting her, teasing her. His beautiful face showed the pleasure he received just from touching her.
She sighed in contentment and let the incredible earthy sensations sweep her away until she was nothing but an extension of the man holding her.
Tonight she would be his.
Ewan had never tasted anything like her body. She was so warm, so inviting. More so because he knew she was sharing with him what she had shared with no one else.
He was her first.
Why she would choose him, he couldn’t imagine. He was so unworthy of what she offered. So unworthy of her, period.
She was lightness and joy.
He was darkness and sorrow.
But he was glad that tonight, for this one moment and for whatever reason, she was with him.
Nora tugged at his shirt.
Eager to oblige her, he pulled it off.
She gasped audibly as she ran her hands over his tense arms. He clenched his teeth as his head reeled from pleasure.
