something I crave ere I could e’en have a taste.”
“Whether or not I would survive to warm your bed wasnae something I gave much thought to.” It was difficult to sound firm, even derisive, when one’s voice was husky with desire, she decided. It was no wonder the man ignored her words.
“Ye want this as much as I do, my wee Shadow,” he murmured. “Ye tremble with need.”
“’Tis fright.” His chuckle warmed her throat and the rhythmic press of his erection made her feel agitated, needy.
“Ah, lass, ye want this. Right now ye are thinking on how it would be if we were skin to skin.”
“Nay!” She wondered how he knew what thoughts were in her head.
“I ache to see your beauty unclothed, to taste your fine skin. I want to bury myself deep inside your heat,” he said softly as he pressed his cheek against hers. “Slow and deep.” He grasped her backside in his hands, holding her close as he spoke. “At first. Aye, then fast, fast and fierce. Ye can feel how it would be, can ye not, lass? Aye, ye can. Your body can, too. I can feel your woman’s heat against me. Ah, lass, let me in. Let me show ye paradise.”
He moved back a little even as he devoured her mouth, his tongue imitating all he said their bodies would do. For a moment, she thought he was about to put a stop to this attempt at seducing her, but then she felt his fingers slide inside her hose. If not for the strong arm he had wrapped around her, Kirstie knew she would have collapsed when he stroked her between her legs. Although a part of her, the one panting and clutching at Payton, wanted to shove him down onto the floor and ravish him, another part of her, a sensible, calmer part, was alarmed by the ferocity of the feelings his intimate caress roused in her.
“Ye are so hot, so hot and wet, Kirstie,” he said, his voice deep and seductive.
When she realized she was moving against his hand, the part of her which was frightened and shocked won out over the wanton side of her. With a soft curse, she pulled free of him. Kirstie started toward the door on legs that felt alarmingly unsteady and hastily fixed her disordered clothing. When she reached the door and grasped the latch, she looked back at him. The taut, hungry look upon his beautiful face almost drew her back into his arms.
“Ye, sir, are a pestilence,” she snapped and fled, nearly running into Ian on her way out.
“That woman is determined to cripple me,” said Payton as he quickly poured himself a tankard of wine, praying a few hearty drinks would drown the need twisting up his insides. He looked back at Ian, saw the man open his mouth, and quickly said, “I am in no mood for your teasing. One remark about how I may be losing my charm with my advancing age and I willnae be responsible for what I do next.” He gulped down the wine and refilled his tankard.
“Mayhap the lass doesnae want ye,” said Ian.
“She does. Mayhap e’en as much as I want her.”
“She is a maiden and a woman who believes in vows given, I think, nay matter who they were given to.”
“I ken it.”
“Then why dinnae ye leave her be?” Ian asked as he sat down.
“I cannae,” Payton snapped, then sighed and dragged his fingers through his hair. “I think I have been hard for her since I first saw her in the light. I swear, I just hear her footsteps and my rod is on alert, trying to sniff her out. I wake up in the night, asweat and aching, and have to fight to stop myself from going to her room, getting into that bed with her, and ignoring her nay until it becomes a verra loud aye.”
“Ah, nay, that wouldnae be good. She is nay one of your women.”
“I ken it.”
Ian stretched his legs out, stared at his boots for a moment, then looked back atPayton. “So, if ye do get her into your bed, what will ye do afterward?”
“Have her again.” He ignored Ian’s brief look of disgust and sat down. “I dinnae ken. Mayhap after I have rutted myself blind with her for a
“Whether or not I would survive to warm your bed wasnae something I gave much thought to.” It was difficult to sound firm, even derisive, when one’s voice was husky with desire, she decided. It was no wonder the man ignored her words.
“Ye want this as much as I do, my wee Shadow,” he murmured. “Ye tremble with need.”
“’Tis fright.” His chuckle warmed her throat and the rhythmic press of his erection made her feel agitated, needy.
“Ah, lass, ye want this. Right now ye are thinking on how it would be if we were skin to skin.”
“Nay!” She wondered how he knew what thoughts were in her head.
“I ache to see your beauty unclothed, to taste your fine skin. I want to bury myself deep inside your heat,” he said softly as he pressed his cheek against hers. “Slow and deep.” He grasped her backside in his hands, holding her close as he spoke. “At first. Aye, then fast, fast and fierce. Ye can feel how it would be, can ye not, lass? Aye, ye can. Your body can, too. I can feel your woman’s heat against me. Ah, lass, let me in. Let me show ye paradise.”
He moved back a little even as he devoured her mouth, his tongue imitating all he said their bodies would do. For a moment, she thought he was about to put a stop to this attempt at seducing her, but then she felt his fingers slide inside her hose. If not for the strong arm he had wrapped around her, Kirstie knew she would have collapsed when he stroked her between her legs. Although a part of her, the one panting and clutching at Payton, wanted to shove him down onto the floor and ravish him, another part of her, a sensible, calmer part, was alarmed by the ferocity of the feelings his intimate caress roused in her.
“Ye are so hot, so hot and wet, Kirstie,” he said, his voice deep and seductive.
When she realized she was moving against his hand, the part of her which was frightened and shocked won out over the wanton side of her. With a soft curse, she pulled free of him. Kirstie started toward the door on legs that felt alarmingly unsteady and hastily fixed her disordered clothing. When she reached the door and grasped the latch, she looked back at him. The taut, hungry look upon his beautiful face almost drew her back into his arms.
“Ye, sir, are a pestilence,” she snapped and fled, nearly running into Ian on her way out.
“That woman is determined to cripple me,” said Payton as he quickly poured himself a tankard of wine, praying a few hearty drinks would drown the need twisting up his insides. He looked back at Ian, saw the man open his mouth, and quickly said, “I am in no mood for your teasing. One remark about how I may be losing my charm with my advancing age and I willnae be responsible for what I do next.” He gulped down the wine and refilled his tankard.
“Mayhap the lass doesnae want ye,” said Ian.
“She does. Mayhap e’en as much as I want her.”
“She is a maiden and a woman who believes in vows given, I think, nay matter who they were given to.”
“I ken it.”
“Then why dinnae ye leave her be?” Ian asked as he sat down.
“I cannae,” Payton snapped, then sighed and dragged his fingers through his hair. “I think I have been hard for her since I first saw her in the light. I swear, I just hear her footsteps and my rod is on alert, trying to sniff her out. I wake up in the night, asweat and aching, and have to fight to stop myself from going to her room, getting into that bed with her, and ignoring her nay until it becomes a verra loud aye.”
“Ah, nay, that wouldnae be good. She is nay one of your women.”
“I ken it.”
Ian stretched his legs out, stared at his boots for a moment, then looked back atPayton. “So, if ye do get her into your bed, what will ye do afterward?”
“Have her again.” He ignored Ian’s brief look of disgust and sat down. “I dinnae ken. Mayhap after I have rutted myself blind with her for a
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