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“Have a done aught ye wish I had not?”

She worried her lower lip. What would she take back? His mouth on hers? His hand at her breast?

“No,” she admitted.

“I’ll no’ take anything from ye that ye dinna wish to give,” he said softly. “But I would give something to ye, if ye’ll allow it. Show ye things about yourself, an’ ye let me.”

She felt herself tumble into his eyes.

“Aye, Rob.” Elspeth swallowed hard. “Show me.”

Chapter 12

Rob lowered his mouth to hers, tasting and teasing. She was so sweet, so fine, he feared he defiled her with just a kiss. But she’d asked for this. Surely this was no sin if the lass wanted him.

Lord knew he wanted her. He’d never thought to ache so for a woman again.

The skin of Elspeth’s inner thigh was so soft, so tender, it was all he could do not to toss up her skirt and plant fevered kisses there. But he didn’t want to spook her.

The curling hairs on her sex were like silk where his fingertips passed over them. And damp. Her whole body shuddered at his glancing caress.

She was ready for him.

His cock throbbed.

He covered her with his whole hand, holding her hot sex. Her heartbeat throbbed even there. Her thighs tensed, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

“Hush, lass,” he whispered. “Ye must be quiet, or Angus will fear I’m hurting ye.”

She nodded, her eyes enormous, and pulled his head down to kiss her again.

An excellent way to keep her quiet, he thought as his tongue chased hers in a languid, wet kiss. Isn’t she the canny one?

He explored her with exquisite slowness. Next time—please God, let there be a next time—he’d lie between her legs and revel in the slick delights of that soft, moist crevice, but for now, his fingers were his eyes.

He parted her, stroking each fold as he went. She quivered under his touch, swollen and sensitive. He found her most responsive spot with ease. The first time he grazed it with his fingertip, she gasped and pulled away from his kiss.

“What is that?” she asked shakily.

“A way for me to give ye joy, lass. Close your eyes and let me.”

Unlike with most of his directives, she obeyed this one. He could almost feel her curiosity burning into his questing hand. He pressed a soft kiss on each of her eyelids.

Since he was a lad of about twelve, he’d known what miracles his cock could perform. Still, it didn’t surprise him that Elspeth didn’t understand much about this part of her body.

Women were kept in ignorance, Fiona had told him. Some were even shackled in chastity belts by wary fathers or jealous husbands. Fiona said…

Guilt burned his soul. He hadn’t dreamed of her, hadn’t thought of Fiona in days. Why did she invade his mind now?

He looked down at Elspeth. Her brows drew together in agreeable distress as he continued to stroke her. Her mouth went passion slack.

Was he being unfaithful to Fiona’s memory by pleasuring Elspeth? The Stewart lass wouldn’t even be with him now if not for his wife and what had happened to her. Was he doing this as revenge on Drummond for Fiona? To delight Elspeth? Or to prove to himself that he could still satisfy a woman after such a long stint of abstinence?

His head pounded. It hurt to think so hard.

He decided not to try. Feeling was much easier than thinking.

Rob gave himself over to Elspeth’s soft sighs, to her slippery cleft and growing arousal, to the delights of her mouth. A wanting woman had a way of making a man feel grander than a king. He kissed his way down the white column of her throat to her exposed breast.