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Excitement and caution claimed her as she trailed her fingers down his chest. Unmoving, he gave her a wary look. It touched her deeply that he would deny something she knew he yearned for because he wanted to protect her honor and reputation. Slowly, hoping she correctly remembered the things Bridgette had said about bringing a man to his knees with enticement, she lowered her léine over her breasts, past her waist, and over her hips. Her heart hammered with every movement, but his eyes widened a fraction and his nostrils flared, making triumph rush through her veins. She knew in her heart that she had been no temptress before Cameron, and while she could not have imagined doing this yesterday, in this moment, it felt right and perfect, as if she was changing their future. Or at the very least, she was grabbing the one chance she may ever have to be held in the arms of a man she truly wanted and trusted, a man whose overflowing honor had him rigid with the struggle to maintain his control and protect her.
“If ye can resist me,” she said, infusing her voice with a challenge, “then by any means, do so.
“I’ll nae take yer innocence,” he growled, “until the day ye agree to take my name.” Her hopes disappeared, but he reached out and grasped her by the arms. He pulled her roughly to him, and his eyes burned into her as he looked down at her. “There are many ways to claim a woman’s body, Sorcha,” he said, his voice gliding seductively over her like velvet. “And I’m going to present every one of them to ye.”
Heat inflamed her body, and a throbbing commenced very low. Before she knew what was happening, he had her on her back and was hovering over her.
“Wait,” she gasped, her heart beating at a dizzying speed.
A knowing, predatory smile curved his lips. “Rethinking yer decision, lass?”
The pompous man! She saw the triumph in his eyes. Did he think his promise to show her the ways of seduction scared her? She trusted him too much to be fearful of him. She allowed a smile to curve her own lips. “Nay, my mind is set. But if I’m to be naked, then so should ye.”
His eyes widened considerably.“Bean bhàsail,”he accused. “Ye are my nightmare and fantasy in one.”
“Good,” she whispered, “Ye will nae ever forget me now.”
“Lass, I dunnae intend to release ye, so I’m nae fashed that I will forget ye.” With that vow, he stood and quickly removed his clothing. His thick, long staff thrust forward from his body, rigid. Awe and fright struck her speechless, and she found it hard to draw her eyes away from his manhood. But when a low chuckle rumbled from his chest, she forced herself to meet his gaze. “Dunnae fash yerself, lass. When we join, I vow to ye that yer body will fit me like a glove.”
She nodded absently, aware that a sharp ache had sprung forth in her core. It felt suspiciously as if the only thing that could possibly assuage it would be the joining. She whimpered with the knowledge of what she had begun.
Cameron gave her a look of complete domination, and her heart skipped several beats. He lowered himself to the bed and was looming over her so swiftly that she found herself gasping. His powerful thighs settled on each side of her legs, heat radiating from the burning skin that brushed her. His abdomen rippled as he reached for her hands, caught her wrists, and yanked her arms above her head.
“What are ye doing?” she cried out.
He smiled wolfishly at her as he reached behind him and pulled out the twine that had bound his hair. It fell in a thick, tawny cascade to brush the strong line of his jaw. “I’m assuring I keep control,” he said smoothly, quickly binding her wrists and securing them behind her head.
Frowning, she tugged at the binds, but they didn’t budge. She arched her eyebrows at him. “Ye’re concerned that I’ll make ye lose yer control?” she teased.
“Aye,” he replied, lowering his head and sealing his lips over hers. As his tongue plunged into her mouth, retreated, and plunged again, scorching desire took her, causing her to moan.
When he pulled away and brought his mouth to her breast, he flicked his tongue around her straining bud, at first gently, then more aggressively. Her back arched upward as her body demanded more. He tantalized and teased until her breasts felt so heavy and achy that she thought she would go mad from desire.
“Cameron, please!” she begged, not caring at all that she was begging.
“Please what,m’eudail?”he asked with a lascivious look.
“Quit tormenting me!” she fairly snarled.
“Ah, lass, I have only just begun, but I’ll take pity,” he said, lowering his lips to her breast once more and drawing her bud in his warm mouth. He began to suckle, and a scream ripped from her throat as pleasure spiraled through her, accompanied by the razor-sharp pain of need.
She needed to touch him. She yanked and tugged on her wrists to no avail, and the desire to rake her nails over his back and demand he give her relief could not be assuaged. She tossed her head back and forth, panting from riotous lust coursing through her. He brought his mouth to her other breast and showed it the same sinful attention he had given the other.
“I kinnae take more!” she gasped.
He rose up, his leaf-green eyes glittering emerald. “Nay?” he purred.
She shook her head violently.
“I assure ye that ye can,” he replied as he ran his fingers over the hot, slick skin between her breasts, past her belly, and to the juncture of her legs. His strong hands came to her inner thighs, and rising up and moving back, he spread her legs, even as she fought against it, embarrassed.
“Cameron,” she hissed. “Ye kinnae—”
He pressed a finger to her lips to silence her. “I vow I can. And I want to. I want to taste ye more than I want to live another day,” he said, lowering himself between her legs.
Suddenly his tongue was on her tender, burning, pulsing flesh. The feel of him there yanked a guttural sob from her chest. Need clawed at her as he repeatedly offered pleasure to a point, then sharply withdrew it. She wanted desperately to scream at him to take her, but she clenched her jaw until it ached. She bucked her hips upward to get nearer to his mouth, and his tongue touched her once more, hitting a spot that made everything inside her clench. Yet just when she could sense release was near, he pulled back again, panting, and came to his knees between her legs, his taut muscles straining beautifully.
“Do ye wish for release?” he demanded.
