at her like that. A warning was ringing in the back of her mind but couldn’t seem to break through the spell of her fixation.
“Well now, lass, that is a matter of opinion, and no’ one that ye may argue with, for a man does nae choose what he likes. He is just as powerless against it as ye are. I assure ye that I am up to the challenge of enticing ye to learn new ways.”
Alarm raced through her, and she jerked her gaze away from his face. “That was nae meant to be a challenge but to make ye see reason.”
Turning her attention away from him was unnerving. She felt a tingle on the back of her neck. She looked back at him to discover that he had taken advantage of the opportunity she’d afforded him and was standing right in front of her now, his hand hovering over her cheek, where her blush stained the skin scarlet.
She jumped away, only to find that he’d grasped a handful of her skirts, and the hold kept her in place while his fingers gently brushed the side of her face. He did it slowly, his eyes glittering as he watched his hand traveling along the side of her jaw.
“Ye say ye do nae like me, and yet ye blush, Brina. That is something that cannae be ignored. It is the woman in ye, the one who ye have tried to suppress, but now ye do nae need to any longer. I promise that I will show ye how to enjoy every moment of being in our marriage bed.”
She shivered, the stroke of his fingers sending a ripple of awareness through her that shocked her with its intensity. His fingertips continued across her face until they touched her lower lip, and she gasped, never having guessed that her mouth might be so sensitive.
“I will nae dishonor my father’s word, nae for any amount of pleasure.”
She swatted the hand holding her skirts, but all that gained her was a smarting palm, because the man never moved. His fingers remained locked in the fabric of her garments, his grasp pulling down slightly so that she was pinned in place. He stepped closer, and her nipples tingled just because she could feel him so near.
His hand was no longer on her lips, so there was no true contact between them, but she could smell him and hear his every breath as he kept her in place with the grip on her skirts. The hems of both robes covered his feet, and she discovered it an intimate thing for him to be so near her.
“We are nae getting any closer to agreeing by discussing it, lass.”
“On that, I concur.”
His hand cupped her cheek again. “Ah… we agree. Now that is exactly what I was hoping to hear from ye.” He slid his hand toward the back of her head to curl around her nape beneath the single plait of her hair. He leaned over, and she felt the brush of his breath against the skin that his fingers had traveled over. She arched her neck, seeking distance, but the hand clasping her nape held her in place.
“So perhaps we should try something a bit different and see what sort of reaction we gain from one another.” He kissed her cheek and then trailed light touches of his lips along the entire length of her blush. Pleasure went racing through her, and she was powerless to prevent a soft sound from escaping her lips.
“Ah… more agreement…”
Confusion clouded her thinking for moment. He angled his head and bent down so that he might kiss her. The first touch of his lips was soul shattering. She jerked, her hands coming up to plant solidly against his chest and push with every ounce of strength she had. She twisted her face away from his, escaping from the kiss for a moment.
“No one has ever kissed me!” she shrieked, unable to remain composed. She struck out at him, her nails trying to find something soft to dig into.
“A fact that needs changing.”
In spite of her temper, his voice was controlled and husky. He leaned down and placed another soft kiss against her cheek. “Admit that ye enjoy it, Brina. I swear I do as well, for yer lips are as sweet as honey.”
She shivered, the dark promise in his voice
“Well now, lass, that is a matter of opinion, and no’ one that ye may argue with, for a man does nae choose what he likes. He is just as powerless against it as ye are. I assure ye that I am up to the challenge of enticing ye to learn new ways.”
Alarm raced through her, and she jerked her gaze away from his face. “That was nae meant to be a challenge but to make ye see reason.”
Turning her attention away from him was unnerving. She felt a tingle on the back of her neck. She looked back at him to discover that he had taken advantage of the opportunity she’d afforded him and was standing right in front of her now, his hand hovering over her cheek, where her blush stained the skin scarlet.
She jumped away, only to find that he’d grasped a handful of her skirts, and the hold kept her in place while his fingers gently brushed the side of her face. He did it slowly, his eyes glittering as he watched his hand traveling along the side of her jaw.
“Ye say ye do nae like me, and yet ye blush, Brina. That is something that cannae be ignored. It is the woman in ye, the one who ye have tried to suppress, but now ye do nae need to any longer. I promise that I will show ye how to enjoy every moment of being in our marriage bed.”
She shivered, the stroke of his fingers sending a ripple of awareness through her that shocked her with its intensity. His fingertips continued across her face until they touched her lower lip, and she gasped, never having guessed that her mouth might be so sensitive.
“I will nae dishonor my father’s word, nae for any amount of pleasure.”
She swatted the hand holding her skirts, but all that gained her was a smarting palm, because the man never moved. His fingers remained locked in the fabric of her garments, his grasp pulling down slightly so that she was pinned in place. He stepped closer, and her nipples tingled just because she could feel him so near.
His hand was no longer on her lips, so there was no true contact between them, but she could smell him and hear his every breath as he kept her in place with the grip on her skirts. The hems of both robes covered his feet, and she discovered it an intimate thing for him to be so near her.
“We are nae getting any closer to agreeing by discussing it, lass.”
“On that, I concur.”
His hand cupped her cheek again. “Ah… we agree. Now that is exactly what I was hoping to hear from ye.” He slid his hand toward the back of her head to curl around her nape beneath the single plait of her hair. He leaned over, and she felt the brush of his breath against the skin that his fingers had traveled over. She arched her neck, seeking distance, but the hand clasping her nape held her in place.
“So perhaps we should try something a bit different and see what sort of reaction we gain from one another.” He kissed her cheek and then trailed light touches of his lips along the entire length of her blush. Pleasure went racing through her, and she was powerless to prevent a soft sound from escaping her lips.
“Ah… more agreement…”
Confusion clouded her thinking for moment. He angled his head and bent down so that he might kiss her. The first touch of his lips was soul shattering. She jerked, her hands coming up to plant solidly against his chest and push with every ounce of strength she had. She twisted her face away from his, escaping from the kiss for a moment.
“No one has ever kissed me!” she shrieked, unable to remain composed. She struck out at him, her nails trying to find something soft to dig into.
“A fact that needs changing.”
In spite of her temper, his voice was controlled and husky. He leaned down and placed another soft kiss against her cheek. “Admit that ye enjoy it, Brina. I swear I do as well, for yer lips are as sweet as honey.”
She shivered, the dark promise in his voice
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