His eyes darkened, entrancing her.
He leaned down and touched his lips to hers.
She knew she shouldn’t allow him to kiss her, but how could she stop him when she craved him more than food when she was hungry? The months she’d secretly watched him across a crowded room had whetted her appetite.
And each time he kissed her, she understood more about what he wanted, how she should respond and kiss him in return. She opened her mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss. She’d never guessed she would be an enthusiast of carnal kisses. But when he brushed his tongue over hers, she wanted to do naught but eat him up. He tasted of whisky and man. Intoxicating.
She entangled her hands in his hair, loving the silky feel of it between her fingers.
He moaned, taking her mouth in another slow, luscious kiss and gently tugging her against him. His hard chest pressing against her breasts, even through their clothing, made her body sing with need.
She noticed something hard against the lower part of her belly. At first, she thought it was a weapon hilt, but then she realized it was that most male part of his body that she had glimpsed when he’d waded from the loch. Isobel had said a man’s shaft would become hard when his desires were aroused.
As a lady, she should be shocked. But she wasn’t. His arousal awoke something within her on a primal level. She loved knowing she affected him in such a way. She felt a liquid warmth in the lowest part of her belly. She didn’t understand it, but it was incredibly spellbinding.
His shaft nestled against her through his plaid and he groaned. Some part of her deep inside tingled and ached for him.
She craved his touch on every inch of her skin.
He tempted her. Captivated her. And made her want to do sinful things. This was why her aunt was such a ferocious chaperone, glaring at any man she deemed unsuitable who glanced her way.
But carnal relations outside of marriage had to be dangerous. ’Twas how bastards were conceived, she realized. Imagining having to face her father and tell him she was with child but unwed sent fear lancing through her. She turned her head aside, breaking the kiss.
“Damn,” Keegan whispered, his breathing more labored now than it had been when he’d rescued her from the horse days ago.
“Pray pardon,” she said, mortifying heat rushing over her skin.
“I’m the one who should apologize.” He drew in a deep breath. “I am sorry. I should not have.”
“Nay. Don’t apologize.”
He remained close, and she felt torn, wanting to press her body against his again and kiss him, but knowing at the same time this would be dangerous. His manly scent tempted her to bury her nose against his chest, but she didn’t move. She imagined, quite wantonly, what he would look like if he removed his shirt and plaid.Oh heavens. And if she was naked… their skin would brush and slide together in a very carnal way.
She was suddenly aware of an abundance of moisture between her legs. It had to be female arousal, something she’d only experienced when near Keegan. The tingling and yearning only intensified.
He stepped away, bent and took up his sporran, sword and baldric.
Nay. She wanted to protest. His body against her had felt better than anything she’d ever experienced.
“’Twas what I wished for, too,” she whispered, torn between need for him and shock at herself. Had she truly said that aloud?
He paused in putting on his sporran and turned his head toward her. “What?”
She should keep her lips sealed tight. Confessing her thoughts and feelings would only make the situation more precarious. At the same time, she would never have what she wanted if she didn’t show courage. “’Twas what I wanted…. You are the only man who has ever kissed me.”
Chapter Eleven
Keegan halted, Seona’s words spurring fierce desire within him.
’Twas what I wanted…. You are the only man who has ever kissed me.
“Saints,” he hissed. Of course, he’d expected that she was an innocent, but to know he was the first and only man to kiss her sent possessiveness pounding through his blood.
She was meant to be his… had to be.
His first instinct was to kiss her again, but he forced himself to be rational. Truth was, he wanted to do far more than kiss her… but he couldn’t seduce her.
His aching and rebellious body told him he was wrong.
