Page 104 of Edge of Yesterday

She snorted. “Lennox knows I am a woman grown, and I am no maiden. I can do as I please.”

“That doesnae mean he would want me dallying with you.”

“Dallying?” She lifted her brows. “Ye think well of yourself, sir.”

“Dallying isn’t what ye had in mind?” He lifted a brow.

Her eyes darkened. Yes, this woman was trouble. She started toward him. He straightened from the wall and remained perfectly still until she stopped in front of him.

“I am no idiot,” she said. “I have seen the way you look at me.”

Trouble, trouble, trouble.

He wasn’t going to take the bait. He stared but said nothing.

“Ye find me pleasing.” She set her hands on her hips.

“I have eyes,” he said, then cursed his tongue. Give the woman an inch and she would take a mile.

She stepped closer and before he could move, she placed her hands on his chest. “You want to know what it is like to kiss me.”

It wasn’t a question.

She slid her hands up his chest and over his shoulders. Her fingers brushed his flesh and tickled the sensitive hair at the back of his neck. His cock began to lengthen.

“Julianna,” he said, but she was pulling his head down.

Their lips touched and Cailean felt his surroundings slip away. Her mouth, warm and soft, melted beneath his. Her breath was sweet with the taste of rosemary and mint. Lightly, her tongue flicked his lips. Cailean sucked her tongue into his mouth. She leaned close and her hard nipples pressed against him. Cailean gripped her shoulders and crushed her to him. Julianna speared the fingers of one hand into his hair and tugged as she nipped at his lips. Heat flashed through him. She abruptly pulled back and Cailean jarred. Julianna backed him toward the bed. Leaving would have been the better part of valor. But a kiss or two wouldn’t hurt…

“Your brother will never forgive me,” he said.

“Then we willnae tell him.”

The backs of his legs bumped the wooden bed frame and he fell onto the mattress on his arse. His cock jerked when she knelt in front of him. Sweet God, she wasn’t going to… She kept her eyes on his face as she reached toward his…belt. Laughter appeared in her eyes as she unbuckled the clasp. The woman was a tease—and knew it. She grasped the sword sheath and freed the belt from his waist, re-buckled it, then hung it over the small post at the foot of the bed. Julianna rose, hiked up her dress, and straddled his lap. She reached beneath her skirt and shoved his kilt up to his waist. He held his breath as her velvety soft skin made contact with his thighs.

“God have mercy,” he breathed, and she laughed as her mouth descended onto his.

Cailean returned her kiss and wondered if he’d ever truly kissed a woman before today. He’d known beautiful women, had loved one or two, but Julianna took his breath away.

Her soft belly bumped his engorged cock and a spasm of pleasure pulled his bollocks so tight he grimaced in discomfort. Bloody hell, he wanted the woman. Her mouth shifted on his and this time she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Cailean grasped the hairnet she wore and pulled it from her hair. Two long braids tumbled free. He worked the plaits free until the thick tresses filled his hand.

She slid her mouth down his jaw to his neck as she rocked her mons against his erection. He drew a sharp breath when her soft curls tickled the underside of his cock and bollocks. Cailean gritted his teeth against the compulsion to orgasm. He hadn’t embarrassed himself that way since he’d been a lad of nineteen. He broke the kiss, then tugged down a sleeve of her dress and revealed one perfect breast with a light pink areola. He ducked his head and took the nipple in his mouth. Her skin tasted slightly salty and felt like velvet. He flicked the nipple with his tongue. She gasped and rocked harder. Each bump against his member sent pleasure rocketing through him. She hadn’t lied when she said she was no maiden. The woman knew what she wanted—and he liked that. So much for the submissive wilting medieval woman.

Cailean twisted and rolled Julianna onto her back. He shoved his hands beneath her arse and scooted her fully onto the bed. Her loosened hair framed her face like spun gold. Cailean brushed his lips against hers. She stilled and satisfaction shot through him. She wasn’t afraid to ask for what she wanted, but she hadn’t expected tenderness…and maybe a little more?

He kissed her again and covered a breast with his palm. Julianna slid her arms around him and hugged him close. Cailean gently rocked against her. It would take every ounce of determination he had not to come before he pleased her, but he would do it. She arched her hips. What would she do if he slipped a finger into her wet heat? His heart pounded. God help him, if he touched her sex he might not be able to keep from driving inside her like a beast.

The creak of wood registered dimly in his mind. She felt so good beneath him. So sweet and willing. Would it be so wrong—

“What the bloody hell are ye doing, ye bastard?”

Cailean jerked his head up. Crowe and Father Andrew stood just inside the room. Crowe’s eyes shifted from Cailean to Julianna. Cailean slid off her and yanked her bodice up over her breasts before rolling off the bed and onto his feet.

“What is this?” he demanded.

Father Andrew opened his mouth to reply, but Crowe shouted, “I will cut your heart out!” He whipped his sword from its sheath.

Father Andrew seized his arm. “Nae, my lord.”