shrugged. “I … I imagined walking through the woods, lying on the grass and gazing up at the stars.”
I imagined you would take me in your arms and hold me like you used to do.
“Is that all?” He lowered the hood of her cape, smoothed the strands of hair away from her face. “Was there nothing else you imagined doing?”
She moistened her lips, the action betraying her salacious thoughts. “There was something else. It is the reason I invited you to accompany me.” It didn’t matter that she had the ability to read thoughts. As he bent his head, she knew her wildest dreams were about to come true.
“I’m going to kiss you, Isla.” His warm breath breezed across her lips. “If that is not what you want you must say so now.”
“It is the only thing I want, Lachlan.”
Their lips touched.
Time stopped. There was no past, no future, just the glorious present.
The slow, soft melding of mouths sent ripples of pure pleasure all the way down to her toes. She closed her eyes, inhaled the masculine, earthy scent she had spent many lonely nights wishing she could recreate. He cupped her face, the gesture possessive yet tender. As their mouths moved together, the chaste caress possessed a mystical quality as she drew in the essence of the man to help heal her bleeding heart. The wind whispered through their hair; the stillness of the night cradled them gently in its arms. It was a kiss that soothed her soul.
As their lips parted, she glanced up to see the hazy look of desire in his eyes.
“Tell me that one sweet kiss is not enough for you.” He panted the words. The calm, sensual air that whirled gently around them was suddenly pervaded by a rush of lustful energy. “Tell me you want more from me, much more.”
Isla gulped, her passion for him almost choking her. “I … I want—” She stopped abruptly unable to contain the desperate need clawing away inside. With a little jump, she threw herself into his arms, threaded her fingers through the hair at his nape and kissed him in such a way that he could never doubt how he made her feel.
A bright and blinding passion ignited.
They had never indulged their desires. To feel such an intense, raging hunger emanating from him caused her knees to buckle. Lachlan wrapped one strong arm around her, crushed her to his chest and ravaged her mouth as though starving for her taste. His tongue tangled wildly with hers, the sensation causing a bolt of desire to strike at the sensitive spot between her thighs. It pulsed and throbbed in a way she had never experienced before. Her breasts felt full and heavy, ached for something more every time she pressed against him.
Oh, how she wanted him.
The need to lay her hands on his bare skin took hold. She imagined his muscular body pushing her down into her mattress. She imagined wrapping her legs around him, taking him deep inside her core and never letting go.
He tore his lips from hers with a loud gasp. “I knew it would be like this. I knew one taste would make me crave you all the more. I’ll not be able to stop kissing you, not now, not ever.”
His words were like sweet music to her ears. “Don’t stop, Lachlan. Kiss me the way I always dreamed you would.”
A low growl resonated from the back of his throat. Grasping the edges of his coat he opened it wide. “Come closer, let me keep you warm.”
She parted her cape, pressed her eager body against his; she felt safe cocooned in his arms. “Make me yours, Lachlan. I don’t want to think about tomorrow. Stay with me tonight.” Only a harlot would be so brazen.
Raining featherlight kisses along her jaw, he whispered, “I was a fool to think I could forget you. Good God, I’ll die if I don’t have you.”
She tilted her head, the velvet touch of his lips brushing over her sensitive skin made her moan with pleasure. “The … the hunting lodge has … has stood empty for years.” The tip of his tongue traced a line down the column of her throat, and she
I imagined you would take me in your arms and hold me like you used to do.
“Is that all?” He lowered the hood of her cape, smoothed the strands of hair away from her face. “Was there nothing else you imagined doing?”
She moistened her lips, the action betraying her salacious thoughts. “There was something else. It is the reason I invited you to accompany me.” It didn’t matter that she had the ability to read thoughts. As he bent his head, she knew her wildest dreams were about to come true.
“I’m going to kiss you, Isla.” His warm breath breezed across her lips. “If that is not what you want you must say so now.”
“It is the only thing I want, Lachlan.”
Their lips touched.
Time stopped. There was no past, no future, just the glorious present.
The slow, soft melding of mouths sent ripples of pure pleasure all the way down to her toes. She closed her eyes, inhaled the masculine, earthy scent she had spent many lonely nights wishing she could recreate. He cupped her face, the gesture possessive yet tender. As their mouths moved together, the chaste caress possessed a mystical quality as she drew in the essence of the man to help heal her bleeding heart. The wind whispered through their hair; the stillness of the night cradled them gently in its arms. It was a kiss that soothed her soul.
As their lips parted, she glanced up to see the hazy look of desire in his eyes.
“Tell me that one sweet kiss is not enough for you.” He panted the words. The calm, sensual air that whirled gently around them was suddenly pervaded by a rush of lustful energy. “Tell me you want more from me, much more.”
Isla gulped, her passion for him almost choking her. “I … I want—” She stopped abruptly unable to contain the desperate need clawing away inside. With a little jump, she threw herself into his arms, threaded her fingers through the hair at his nape and kissed him in such a way that he could never doubt how he made her feel.
A bright and blinding passion ignited.
They had never indulged their desires. To feel such an intense, raging hunger emanating from him caused her knees to buckle. Lachlan wrapped one strong arm around her, crushed her to his chest and ravaged her mouth as though starving for her taste. His tongue tangled wildly with hers, the sensation causing a bolt of desire to strike at the sensitive spot between her thighs. It pulsed and throbbed in a way she had never experienced before. Her breasts felt full and heavy, ached for something more every time she pressed against him.
Oh, how she wanted him.
The need to lay her hands on his bare skin took hold. She imagined his muscular body pushing her down into her mattress. She imagined wrapping her legs around him, taking him deep inside her core and never letting go.
He tore his lips from hers with a loud gasp. “I knew it would be like this. I knew one taste would make me crave you all the more. I’ll not be able to stop kissing you, not now, not ever.”
His words were like sweet music to her ears. “Don’t stop, Lachlan. Kiss me the way I always dreamed you would.”
A low growl resonated from the back of his throat. Grasping the edges of his coat he opened it wide. “Come closer, let me keep you warm.”
She parted her cape, pressed her eager body against his; she felt safe cocooned in his arms. “Make me yours, Lachlan. I don’t want to think about tomorrow. Stay with me tonight.” Only a harlot would be so brazen.
Raining featherlight kisses along her jaw, he whispered, “I was a fool to think I could forget you. Good God, I’ll die if I don’t have you.”
She tilted her head, the velvet touch of his lips brushing over her sensitive skin made her moan with pleasure. “The … the hunting lodge has … has stood empty for years.” The tip of his tongue traced a line down the column of her throat, and she
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