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wanted him to stop.
    “I see you two have been keeping each other company.”
    She jumped in surprise when she heard Evan. She tore herself away from Ian, backing up to leave a generous amount of space between them. Ian was staring at her like he wanted to devour her, his chest heaving while he breathed heavily. She had to catch her own breath as she blinked and looked over at Evan.
    Her cousin leaned against the side of the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, with a smug smirk on his face. “Don’t let me ruin all your fun.” He chuckled. “It’s not every day a girl gets kissed by an ancient Scottish warlord. I only request you go upstairs when you’re ready to kick your knickers up, or at least close the door.”
    “Oh!” Kenna fumed, making the embarrassed blush in her cheeks grow even hotter. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
    “Not at six-thirty in the morning.” Evan looked warily at Ian, who was taking long strides towards the door. He backed out into the hallway and Ian closed the door on him.
    When Ian turned and started charging towards her, she wanted to run. She suddenly knew what it felt like to be prey. The intensity of his stare held her captive, rooted in place, her feet unable to move. Did he intend to kick her knickers up?
    Before she could process that thought, his arms were around her, lifting her off the floor, and then his mouth was back on hers as he spun them around and set her on top of the desk. She curled her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. He dug his hands into her hair, gripping handfuls of it, and tilted her head back. His kiss made her so delirious she barely noticed when he nudged his knee between her legs and spread them open so he could rest his hips in the cradle of her thighs.
    How had she let herself get so carried away by one little kiss? If she didn’t stop, Ian was absolutely going to kick her knickers up and take her right on top of her uncle’s nice, mahogany desk. That thought caused pleasure to shoot through her, and she decided to throw caution to the wind.
    Then she regained her good sense and broke away from Ian’s kiss. He panted as he stared down at her, his brows drawn over his green eyes. Both of his strong hands were cupping her bottom, holding her firmly against the hard bulge under his robe. He slowly moved himself up and down over her. The sweet pleasure of that action alone had her close to climax. Was she that hard up? Or was he just that good?
    “Stop!” She pushed against his chest. She might as well be trying to move a brick wall for all the good it did her.
    “I thought you were enjoying my touch.” He trailed gentle kisses along her neck, causing her to shiver, while he continued rocking himself between her legs.
    Pleasure poured into her. Kenna was enjoying Ian’s touch. Way too much . Things were all happening too fast for her. Sleeping with the warlord was going to make it harder for her to figure out what to do with him. She had to be the smart, sensible one. In control. Like always. She could sense trouble was coming, and she had to keep her head on straight.

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    Ian ground his hips against the soft warmth between Kenna’s legs. His cock was so hard it ached. He’d been without a woman for too long. Only a tiny scrap of silk separated him from where he wanted to be. Buried deep inside her wet heat.
    But she was refusing him. Again . Telling him to stop. What was with the daft lass? One minute she was kissing him and plastering herself to his body, the next she was pushing him away. Perhaps her cousin’s words had upset her. Perhaps she simply needed more time. He hated to wait, but he would have to.
    He continued kissing her neck, lightly flicking his tongue over her skin to taste her. “Would you really have me stop, lass?” he murmured, brushing his lips over her tender flesh.
    She drew in a deep breath and shuddered.
    “I doona think I can when you do that.” His cock pulsed. “It drives me mad.”