The hollow ache within her intensified.
Wanting to feel his bare skin pressed against hers, she struggled up to her knees, unbelted her arisaid, and yanked the smock over her head.
Torr watched her, his dark gaze dropping to her breasts and stroking over the length of her bare body. "Damnation, you're beautiful," he said in a rough whisper.
Though she was naked before him, she did not wish to hide. When she lay down again, he tugged her close, her breasts pressing against his firm chest. While giving her long, slow kisses, he stroked a heated palm down her side and over her hip.
Frantic need gripped her body. He slid his hand up her inner thigh to the very center of her where she ached so badly. Gently, he trailed his fingers between her legs, sliding along places no man had ever touched. She held her breath, hoping he would end this sensuous torture.
Oh, his fingers... stroking... she could scarce think with the sensations ricocheting through her—one part bliss, one part desperation.
She moaned.
Fiery turbulence came over her. An urgent need for him possessed her, and she ground her pelvis to his. That stone-hard male part of him pressed against her. She did not understand it, but she craved him desperately.
"Torr?" She whimpered.
His fingers set flames to her body and soul, torching her sanity, sending her into a frenzy. An explosive madness seized her, and she gripped him tightly. Thrilling wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
All thoughts left her mind, and she dove deep into an ocean of ecstasy for many long moments.
When she became aware again, she clutched Torr to her. He pulled back and kissed her forehead.
She breathed hard from the unexpected exertion. "Good heavens. What happened?"
His lips quirked. "The peak of pleasure."
"Indeed." She had never sunk into such an indulgence. She searched his dark eyes. "But you did not experience it for yourself."
"Nay."
"That was not what I saw Elsea doing with the guard. She was on him, riding him as if he were a horse."
Torr chuckled. "'Tis best that we avoid such extravagances."
"But I wish you to teach me all about sensual things."
"Nay, Cat. You are a joy, and offer me a treasure." He touched her face, stroked her brow. "You humble me with your trust, but I'm nay deserving to teach you these things."
"Aye, you are. You are the most honorable and kind man I know. You, above all others, deserve everything you want."
He shook his head. "You flatter me, and I appreciate it. But I must disagree. You're an innocent. If I take you, I would be considered a debauched rogue and a dissolute scoundrel."
"'Tis nay true. I wish to give you my virtue. Then mayhap MacPeter will have no interest in marrying me. He will reject me as damaged goods."
Saints. That was what Torr wanted, too, but 'twas impossible at the moment. Could Cat not envision the future consequences?
"Do you wish to start a feud between your clan and his? 'Haps even between my clan and his?" Torr asked.
"Nay. But why must I be offered to him like a sacrifice? He is worse than a stinking wild boar. The very thought of lying with him makes me ill. But being in bed with you is like... heaven."
"Och." Torr stroked a finger along her face. 'Twould be like heaven to him also if he could indulge completely. "You're so beautiful, Cat. Lovely. Sweet."But nay mine to take.
She cradled his face between her palms, stroked him with affection, and searched his eyes. "Torr, will you be my husband?"
Before he could respond to this shocking question, something exploded behind him on the bedside table, shooting sparks and flames.
"What the devil?" Torr jumped off the bed, and Cat screamed.
