She did indeed hear the amusement in his voice now. "I wish I knew what your smile looked like." Just that statement alone snatched away her good mood and drew her downward, for she would never know, really. Certainly, she could imagine what his smile might look like, but she could be completely wrong.
"I'll let you feel it, if you wish," he murmured into her ear, his hot breath giving her shivers. Before she could ask what he meant, he gently lifted her off his feet, took her arm and guided her off the dance floor and away to a cooler area where the music was lower. A door clunked shut, muffling the music.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"The library." His voice was a deep, husky murmur.
"I remember now. So you're tired of dancing already?" she asked to cover her sudden giddiness at being alone with him.
"You ken better." He took her hands and raised them. He kissed the backs and then her palms. Chills skittered up her arms and across her chest, near making her sigh. With her fingertips, she took the liberty to explore his square jaw and lean face, with its short, scratchy stubble, and his sensual lips. He was smiling, and somehow she sensed it was genuine.
He leaned closer and brushed his lips across hers, then gave her a dreamy but too brief kiss.
That felt so good she slid her hands around his neck and into his thick hair, then drew him closer. She could not resist the vibrant feel of him, so exciting. He smelled of delectable wine, cinnamon and cloves.
Gently and with great deliberation, he took her mouth in a consuming kiss, making her drunk on the spiced wine taste of him.
He lifted her onto the hard wooden table, surprising her. This raised her higher so that she could more easily reach his mouth. Wickedly, he teased her tongue with his. She could not get enough of his intoxicating mouth. Every kiss made her desire him more. If his kiss was this wonderful, what would making love be like?
She pulled back an inch and whispered against his mouth, "I want you to show me."
"Show you what?" His voice was raspy and heated.
"What it is like… between a man and a woman."
"Damnation, Kristina," he hissed. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that. 'Tis hard enough to resist you as it is."
She clasped her hands onto his doublet. "I don't wish you to resist."
"You are an untouched maiden," he growled.
"'Tis why I want you to teach me. Otherwise, I may never experience it."
"You will one day—"
"Nay. I'm only interested in now," she muttered. "I want you to kiss me and… touch me. Reveal to me what a man does to a woman in the bedchamber. What you did to me before was breathtaking, but that was only a taste, I'm thinking."
"Damnation. You tempt me beyond reason," he said through clenched teeth.
"Good." She smiled, reached down and tugged his kilt upward.
He caught her hand, holding it in his, then kissed her lips again. Afterward, she was dizzy.
"Wait here," he said, prying her fingers off his kilt. His footsteps crossed the room and a lock clicked. "We don't want any interruptions."
"I agree."
When he returned, he urged her to lie back.
"What are you doing? Will we couple on this table?"
He chuckled. "You are too curious by far."
He pushed her skirts upward, past her knees and her thighs. The heat of embarrassment consumed her face while a different sort of wicked heat flamed over her body. His warm hands on her thighs, spreading them, felt positively sinful. She did not know what he was about, but she hoped he would teach her what it meant to be a woman, full grown.
Her most sensual parts were exposed to him, although she had no inkling how much light was in this room or what he might see. Before she could worry over it, something touched her delicate flesh. His mouth?
"Good heavens! Colin?"
