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face.”
    “Bed?”
    “You are a wise woman, indeed.” With no effort at all, he swung
her up in his arms. A warm glow infused her skin. She rested her head on his
shoulder. “Your choice.”
    * * *
    The clock in the bedroom said it was well past two in
the morning when they arrived in her chamber.
    The night was sliding away with each tick. Amid the excited
beat of her heart, the warm pleasurable pulses low between her thighs, a sense
of loss had her clinging to his neck, reaching to claim his mouth the moment he
kicked the door of her chamber shut behind him.
    “Save me, lassie, you are hotter than Hades,” he breathed,
laying her down on the bed. “I must warn you I’m going to do everything I can to
make you want to stay.”
    Her mouth dried and she nodded, even as a lump formed in her
throat and a burning sensation filled the back of her eyes. She blinked hard.
Swallowed to soothe the prickle in her throat. “Do your worst.”
    “Oh, no, sweet lass,” he murmured, whipping his shirt over his
head and working at the buckle on his belt. “I can assure you, I plan to do my
very best.”
    The kilt dropped to the floor. Gloriously aroused, he filled
her gaze like the vision of a dark Norse god. The candlelight turned his skin to
polished bronze softened only by thick dark curling hair she wanted to rub her
skin against like a cat. His erection vied for her attention. She licked her
lips.
    He groaned. “Off with those clothes, my lady.”
    Between them, they divested her of bodice and skirt, and
feeling more than a little wicked, she sprawled with abandon against the
pillows, looking up at his face full of desire. Her nipples tightened.
    Eyes intense, he leaned in to claim her mouth, one hand at her
nape, the other supporting her shoulder as he eased onto the bed to stretch his
length, their bodies touching at breast and hip. He nudged one thigh between her
legs and she welcomed the brush of rough hair against her delicate skin, the
pressure against her aroused female flesh. Tight little tingles radiated outward
in her abdomen.
    Damn. The man was good. She moaned her approval.
    The kiss deepened, his tongue tangling with hers, slick and
warm and teasing, while his hand wandered down her back, stroked her waist, her
hip, her buttocks, her skin flaring to sensual life beneath his touch.
    Not enough. She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer,
angling her hips, arching her back, longing to feel skin to skin along every
inch of her.
    He cupped her breast. It felt so good, so right, that warm
callused palm worshiping her flesh, she never wanted the sensation to end.
Slowly, he ended the kiss, lifting his head fraction by fraction, until at last
he was looking down at her face. Frantic to reclaim him, she pulled on those
broad shoulders. He kissed the tip of her nose and loosened her hands from
around his neck. “I’ve a treat in store,” he murmured. He gathered both wrists
in one hand and raised them over her head, all the while watching her face. She
tensed. She hated being held down.
    “Trust me,” he said. “I’d not harm a hair on your head, but I
would give you great pleasure, if you’ll allow.”
    The words tightened her insides and flooded moisture to her
core. Trust. Would she really trust this man? A man she’d known less than half a
day? A man who looked at her as if she was part of his soul? She took a deep
breath and nodded.
    He glanced down at her breasts, now high and round, moistened
his lips, then dipped his head, circling each nipple with his tongue, his head
angled so she could watch. His tongue traced her areola. It puckered. Darkened.
Her breasts seemed to swell. Her insides melted. She squirmed against his thigh.
He smiled. “Be still. No cheating.” His breath brushed her sensitive nipple,
making the sensual torment worse.
    “I’m not sure I can.”
    “Please,” he said with a gentle smile.
    Her insides clenched, sending waves of pleasure through her
body. And still he played,