Page 73 of Highland Ruse

“I want ye.” Kaid’s admission came out in a groan between eager kisses. He pulled back and his eyes met hers. “I want ye, Delilah.”

Delilah.

Joy bubbled around her heart. She could have laughed with the happiness of hearing him say her name. Wanting her.

Not Elizabeth. Her.

He stroked the hair away from her forehead and let his hand glide down the back of her head. “I told ye—ye’re exquisite.” He came toward her so she had to step backward.

Toward the bed.

Delilah sucked in a gasp.

Kaid edged her back until the hard frame of the bed pushed against her calves. He leaned over her, and she allowed herself to lay back on the pillowed surface of Kaid’s bed.

The fur coverlet was soft beneath her palms and it was altogether too easy to imagine herself naked atop it.

Kaid braced himself over her. “Ye’re a beautiful woman, Delilah.” He kissed her with such tenderness, it almost made her cry out with its teasing, agonizing slowness.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and then drew back with a playful grin she’d not seen on him before. Something about it warmed low in her stomach.

“So eager, my beautiful warrior?” he said in a velvet voice. “We rushed last time. This is different. We have the night together to love.”

He pulled the ribbon of her bodice until the delicate silk bow slipped free. “I want to take my time with ye. To see ye.” His gaze drifted down her body, and her cheeks began to burn.

“I want to touch ye.” He slid a hand up her skirt and teased the delicate flesh of her inner thighs.

Delilah’s legs widened, unbidden.

He ran a fingertip to where her legs met, where the source of her desire thrummed wild and erratic, and she cried out with eager pleasure.

Then, to her great surprise, he lifted the damp fingertip to his lips and grazed it with his tongue.

“I want to taste ye,” he said.

Before she could answer, before rational thought even jarred back into her mind, he knelt between her legs and pressed his mouth to her.

A quiet cry left her lips, but she did not pull from his caress.

Not even when he repeated it with his tongue.

He dragged it slowly over the delicate slit, pausing to flick the swollen bud, directly where her body hummed with desire. Everything tightened with a familiar anticipation.

She said his name, and it came out in a strangled moan.

At that one beautiful moment of bliss, nothing mattered but the flat of his tongue against her and the need building.

Her fingers wound through his hair and held him to her while her body trembled. His tongue danced over her once more, and she thought she might go mad with wanting, mad with being so close but not falling over the edge.

He slid a finger inside her while his skillful tongue worked, and her world exploded with tingling pleasure.

He did not stop until her cries subsided and her body relaxed with another kind of languid longing.

She wanted him.

For the last night she was at Ardvreck, before she might possibly never see him again, she wanted him.

Kaid obviously was of the same mind, for he rose from between her legs with a slight smile on his lips and slid off the belt of his plaid. Both fell away, leaving him in only his leine, which he smoothly pulled over his head in one tug.