Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin
He
grabbed her and lifted her from the ground. With his forehead against hers, he
took a resigned breath. “I’m fighting damned hard, Sweetness, not to kiss you.”
“I
wish you wouldn’t … fight it.”
He
felt the light touch of her lips and any restraint that existed within him
completely vanished. Heath held her tightly while his mouth ravished hers.
Desire as strong as the halest wind swept through him. Damn the consequences,
damn his oath to God, damn his suspicions. Heath set her upon the bed and used
his body to press her back. He daren’t break free of their kiss certain some
sense of sanity would come to him.
For
once in his life, he did want he wanted and without restriction.
His
rough hand caressed the soft curves of her body. Lillia moaned for she was
affected as much as he. When his hand moved to her breast, she stiffened. He
was about to withdraw, but she pressed her hand over his and sucked his lower
lip. The swell of her bosom felt soft and yet supple. He wanted to taste her
skin, to relish in her scent, and lose himself in the essence of her.
Heath
swore he’d go slowly. Even with his somewhat vast experience with women, Lillia
deserved to be wooed gently and yet the wherewithal to do so eluded him. He
cared and that pounded his heart more ferociously than any fight he’d ever
participated in.
Her
hands distracted him when the smoothness of her fingers trailed the hard muscle
of his bare thigh. She’d bunched the fabric of his tartan and uncovered his
leg. The sensual urges of that small, but lustful action heated his blood and
his manhood throbbed. Her small body fit perfectly against him, and he kept her
still using his legs, arms, body.
He
dislodged his mouth and rasped. “Lillia, tell me to cease. Tell me I’m hurting
you. Make me stop before it’s too late.”
Her
eyes clouded with desire. “I cannot, won’t. What you’re doing … feels too
incredible.”
Heath
lowered the bodice of her overdress and shifted the material of her chemise
until he bared her breast. His mouth sought the taut nipple, and he knew there
was no turning back. He disrobed her within seconds and helped her to remove
his tartan and tunic.
The
gentle caress of her hands on his naked chest drove him wild. He shifted his
body to sidle hers and pressed the hardness of his member against her leg. She
moaned and used her leg to keep him lodged against her. It took all his will
not to take her then, but he cautioned himself. Lillia needed to be wooed
gently.
Heath
slid his hands down her soft skin until he reached her womanhood. As soon as he
touched her, he pulled back from their kiss.
“I
cannot stop now, Sweetness. There’s no turning back.”
“I
don’t want to stop, Heath. Touch me. Hold me and whatever you do, don’t let
go.”
He
nodded. With one arm holding her, he used his other hand to undo the belt that
kept his tartan around his waist. Once freed of it, he grinned down at her.
“You’re
mine now, Lillia Hunter.”
“I
have always been yours, Heath Fraser.” She cradled his face with her hand and
watched him with a doe-eyed gaze.
“I’ll
try to be gentle,” he said in a husky voice, but suspected he was too far gone
to take such care. And yet, she likely had never coupled before. Before he
could ponder that thought, she jerked her hips forward.
“Wait
not, Heath. Can you not tell how much I want this?” her words rushed out in a
whisper.
He
joined their bodies with gentle thrusts until mindless desire swept over him.
Her womb was tight but passion aided him and slickened the entrance. His
movements hastened and his breath labored. Lillia shrieked and moaned until she
gasped and gripped his hair. She forced him to kiss her lips again and then she
came completely undone in his arms. With each thrust of his hips, she writhed
beneath him and continued to use her hands to touch him wherever she could
reach. He was lost in the perilous aura of sensual lust and desire. Her body
ensnared him, bringing him to the edge of wondrous recklessness.
Heath
set light kisses along her face and neck. Tears shimmered in her honey-colored
eyes and he used a thumb to wipe an errant one away. He kept control until then
or at least he tried to. Watching her culminate shattered him and brought forth
his own ending. His existence waned in that moment and he stilled and shouted
at the mind-rending torture of his climax.
He
was certain he’d died until the pounding of his heart forced him to take even
breaths. Lillia moved beneath him and he
shifted his weight and rolled to his side. He closed his eyes and tried to
bring his breath to measure. He was worse than a biting midge. Nay, worse than
a thousand biting midges. He’d done what he set out not to, and yet he held no
remorse. Mayhap a wee bit.
“Heath,
will you not look at me?”
“Nay.”
He kept his eyes closed.
“Why?”
She rubbed her hand along his shoulder. “Tell me, you’re disappointed?”
“You’re
too bonny. I’m far from disappointed, Sweetness. It’s because … if I look at
ye, I’ll only want to kiss you and perhaps take you again.”
She
laughed. “Truly? That’s not such a bad thing.”
“This
changes nothing.”
“Of
course not. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” She kissed his shoulder, but
said nothing more.
Heath
groaned. “I mean it. I won’t bend to your will, Lilla. But damnation, you’re
too bonny to resist. You ken that?”
“I’m
glad we were together. I could lie here with you forever. I would be with you a
hundred times more even if it meant that I would—”
He
leaned up and kissed her hard. The kiss turned sultry, and he flinched but
continued to hold her face. He was right where he wanted to be even if it was
wrong and even if the consequences damned him.
Heath
retreated and stood. He collected his garments and set them on the table.
“Gather your things. We should dress and have our discussion.”
She
slunk from the bed and stood next to him in all her naked glory. He almost
looked away, but couldn’t. Lillia had the body of a temptress, he was certain
of it, for he couldn’t cease gazing at her if he tried. She used her hand and
glided it over his stomach until she reached his chest, her fingers drummed the
center.
“I
don’t want to talk. I adore how passionately you kiss me. Can we not do that
again?” She flashed a heart-melting smile at him. “Kiss until the morn breaks?”
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