Page 48 of Highland Ruse

Responsibility rushed forefront to his mind.

His people.

And then Elizabeth’s delicate hand slipped under his kilt and wrapped around his cock.

All thought slipped away like the wisp of smoke from a snuffed candle.

His cock lurched in a pleasure so intense, he had to close his eyes against it.

When he opened them, he found Elizabeth beneath him, her legs parted against the tangle of skirts. “Please,” she whispered.

He should have said no. It was on the edge of his mind to do so when her fingers stroked over the length of him again.

Want.

Need.

Now.

He lowered himself to one elbow and eased the heavy fabric of his kilt aside so the tip of his cock nudged against the sweet wet thatch of downy hair.

His mouth went dry.

He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but knew he had no chance of stopping now.

Especially not when Elizabeth curled her hips against him and whispered the word once more.

Please.

He flexed his hips forward and sheathed himself in the wet heat of Lady Elizabeth Seymour.

And discovered she was no virgin.

• • •

Delilah had never known real love.

But now, as Kaid stared down at her, tingles of pleasure sparkled through her, and every thrust brought a new understanding of how it would truly feel.

Her mind was wild, sensing, savoring, wanting.

His mouth was on hers and his hands gripped her bottom, guiding her as much as he held her steady. Her body was on fire, the blaze stroking with each flex of his hips.

She held onto him with one hand, and to the ground with the other, her fingers absently digging into the soft earth beside her. As if she might tumble off if she let go.

All the while, a simmering friction was building, building, building.

It made her breath come in gasps and a cry gather in the back of her throat. She knew she shouldn’t make any sound, but everything in her wanted to.

His mouth moved to her neck, her ear. The scruff of his unshaven chin prickled her neck, a delicious contrast to the heat of his mouth on her ear, the flick of his tongue.

Oh God. It was all too much.

Her body tightened, drawing toward something she knew she wanted.

Euphoria gripped her tight, squeezing and letting go. She felt herself clenching in time with the waves of pleasure, overwhelming her senses and leaving her in a luxurious daze.

Her dagger.