“Aye. Do you like this?”
“Aye. You make me feel…” How could she describe something she’d never felt before?
“I ken what you mean,” he whispered against her breast, then using his lips, he tugged at her nipple again.
With frantic unsteady movements, she untied the neck of her smock and yanked at it, until her breasts were bared to him.
He muttered a curse and took full advantage, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking.
“Oh,” she breathed, dizziness storming through her. She clung onto his broad shoulders for dear life.
His wicked fingers teased her beyond bearing. She widened her legs, allowing him access to the mysterious part of her that tingled unmercifully.
He rubbed his fingers over the spot and massaged in a circle. The sensations were startling, blinding, and impossibly pleasurable.
She heard herself cry out.
“Shh, lass. No one must hear us.”
“Aye.” She bit her lower lip to keep from making noise, but the intense, delightful feelings almost overcame her.
His mouth covered hers again and she eagerly sucked at his tongue as his fingers tormented her. He slipped one of his fingers farther between her legs. Oh, that was where she ached for him! He must have sensed what she wanted. She widened her thighs more.
He hissed a curse, stroking in and out, very shallowly. “Seona. You feel so good.”
Unbidden, a high-pitched cry came from her. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to be silent again, no matter how incredible it felt.
He slid his fingers to the tingling, sensitive spot and teased it again. She had become very moist and needy, craving his attention. She wanted to push him to the floor and climb atop him. She did not understand it. Nothing made sense, and she could not think anyway.
She pressed her hip more firmly against his shaft where it stood upright toward his stomach. He moaned. That hard appendage was what she craved stroking her instead of his fingers. She knew it was designed to slide inside her.
Her hips moved wantonly but she could not stop them. He turned her so that her back was to him more. With her derriere pressed against his shaft and her legs spread wide, he held her tight, his hand caressing her.
He kissed her neck, then urged her to turn her head toward him. He locked his mouth to hers and rubbed her more firmly and persistently. She cried out at the intensifying sensations, but he caught the sounds with his mouth. She found herself arching her back, yearning for something more.
A strange, otherworldly feeling overwhelmed her—shivers hurtling through her body and converging on her center. Primal pleasure seized her. She could not breathe, or think. “What…?” she gasped. Keegan’s mouth covered hers, and she felt she was leaving the earth, shooting straight up into the stars. Every muscle in her body contracted over and over, wishing to clutch onto Keegan, but she couldn’t. She yanked at his clothing, trying to show him what she needed, but he was in the wrong place. She could only arch her back and grind her derriere against his stone-hard shaft.
He groaned in her ear. “Aye, Seona, lass. That’s it.”
Near suffocating, she gasped for breath, trying to regain her reasoning abilities. What had happened? Her whole weakened body trembled in the wake of that storm of sensation.
A fist banged at the door, breaking through the sensual fog in her brain.
Chapter Fourteen
Another knock sounded at the storeroom door. Keegan froze, his body pressed close to Seona’s. “Shh,” he hissed in her ear, then lowered her smock. He was unable to see her in the absolute darkness of the storeroom, but he knew she had to be horrified that someone was pounding at the door not five seconds after he’d brought her to climax. How could someone interrupt one of the most amazing experiences of his life?
“’Twill be all right,” he whispered, then directed her behind the door. He felt her struggling to adjust her smock andarisaidinto place. He’d love to help her, if only he could see, but everything had to be done by touch in this windowless room.
He felt to make sure his own clothes were still straight and in place, then he cracked the door open.
Fraser stood outside. His frown shifted to a mischievous lopsided grin. “What in blazes are you doing in there, Keegan?” he asked, keeping his voice quiet.
“Drinking ale.” Or maybe mulled wine would’ve been a better lie.
“In the dark?” Fraser snorted. “I don’t think ’tis ale you’re drinking.”
Heat washed over Keegan. Aye, he’d been caught, and he’d never been able to lie his way out of anything. “How did you know I was in here?”
