When he stroked his hand over her back, she felt tense, not at all like she was almost asleep.
"Relax," he whispered. "Go to sleep."
"I'm trying, but you smell so good. You distract me."
She sure as hell distracted him, too. Knowing she was drawn to him only fired up his blood all the more. After sliding her arm down to his waist, she dragged herself even closer to him.
The sudden pressure against his shaft felt delicious and only compounded his yearning. Air hissed between his teeth.
"Oh, what is…?" She froze.
Damnation. Surely, she realized what she'd felt, but she might not if she was naïve and had been completely sheltered all her life.
What the devil could he say to her?
When she moved her hand to his chest and quickly slid it downward, his breath halted.
"Lass?" He grabbed her hand… even though he didn't want to. Saints! Why couldn't he be more roguish? Placing her hand on his shoulder, he cupped her chin and stroked his thumb across her lips. "I want you. That's what," he rasped. "You're tormenting the hell out of me."
She drew in a shuddering breath. "Oh."
He was stealing a kiss whether she liked it or not. He brushed his lips lightly against hers. When her lips parted, he drew in her excited exhales. Her lips were soft and silky… and so sweet, he thought he had entered into heaven.
Fisting her hands in his shirt, she tugged at him, then lifted her face to his. She was such an innocent… he should not be doing this. But how could he resist? He stroked his tongue along her full lower lip and then between.
"Colin," she gasped and opened her mouth a bit more. Entangling her fingers in his hair, she drew him closer.
Damnation! 'Twas clear to him she wanted him, too. Placing his hand on her wee round derriere, he dragged her hips tight against his. He wanted her to feel the full effects of what she'd done to him. Her groan exploded his passion like fire set to gunpowder.
He pulled his mouth away to nibble on her ear, then placed little kisses and licks down her throat. Her sweet scent stole his sanity.
"Colin?" she breathed. "That feels so good."
When he reached the top of her smock, where the tempting swells of her breasts began, he forced himself to pull his mouth away.
"I have to stop," he said through clenched teeth, then embraced her tightly. "I'm sorry I did that."
"Why?"
"You're an innocent."
"Aye, but… I don't wish to be."
