Page 41 of Highland Ruse

Desire singed her body and left her skin alight with a sensitivity that would almost hurt, had it not felt so wonderfully good. It tingled through her veins and pulsed in a place she’d once vowed to never let a man touch her again.

She wanted to be touched there now.

But not just by any man.

She wanted Kaid, with his long, tapered fingers, graceful, capable, strong.

What he could do with those fingers…

His mouth moved down her neck in a maddening tease with no culmination in sight. The rasp of his stubbled jaw against the tender skin of her neck sent a fresh wave of excitement through her body.

She wanted his mouth on hers. The affections he placed where she could not see tormented her.

His lips were sultry and possessive on her neck.

But she wanted him on her mouth.

A cry of frustration sounded from her throat, and she tried to turn.

He tightened his grip on her waist and nuzzled his face against hers, tempting her with the sweet warmth of his breath across her mouth.

She licked her lips, as if she could capture the sensation and encourage it into something more, but he nudged her face forward once more with his own.

He’d dragged her to the brink of helpless insanity.

She couldn’t think—all she could do was feel.

The crazed thrum between her legs, blazing and insistent, made her heart feel as if it were going to part with her chest and kept any air from entering her lungs.

“Please.” Rage at her unmet desires made the word sound harsh.

He stopped. Finally.

Delilah panted and his hold on her waist relaxed. It was all she needed. She spun around and faced him.

He stared down at her, his chest heaving. His hair hung in damp waves around his face, and his eyes seemed mystical in the dusky early evening light.

She drew in a deep breath to ask him once more to kiss her when he caught her by the back of the neck and drew his face to hers.

Then finally, finally, the soft heat of his mouth closed over hers.

She was mistaken to assume their lips meeting would douse the fire within. It only served to intensify it.

Delilah gave in to his hungry draw, letting him devour her in sucking kisses and nips. His unshaven chin chafed against her face, but the sensation only heightened her pleasure.

His back was powerful beneath her restless palms, his body hot despite the leine separating them, and the glorious muscles there glided with his every move.

He groaned and stepped forward, compelling her backward. She went without hesitation.

She wanted this.

She wanted him.

The rough bark of a tree snagged the back of her dress. Kaid pressed the hardness of his body over her, and she moaned her desires like a wanton.

In the back of her mind, she knew this was not how a lady acted.

In the front of her mind, she knew she wanted this.