Page 44 of A Healer for the Ruthless Highlander
Leana let out a delicious moan that almost drove him crazy. Her neck was slightly flushed—the result of all the kisses he had lavished on her.
In fact, her breasts were ready for him. A little further down and he could take her turgid nipple into his mouth…
But before he could go any further, Leana swallowed, took a deep breath, and, as if regaining her senses, pulled away from him.
And though she didn’t use much force to push him back, he moved out of the way as she got off the table and adjusted the skirt of her dress and her bodice.
“We cannae do this, Kenneth. Yer presence unsettles me…”
“Well, I hope so,” he drawled, smiling as he took her hand to pull her to him.
But Leana stepped back. “I mean it. This cannae happen again. It will make me lose focus, and right now I just need to focus on Hunter. Nae on ye… on us. Onthis,” she emphasized.
Her lips twisted in a grimace that almost made Kenneth smile.
I daenae think she’s aware that she’s doin’ this. That her mouth, like her face, is as transparent as a still lake.
“All right, lass,” he relented as he brushed his hair from his face. “If ye say I’m distractin’ ye, then I’ll stop.”
“Please.” Leana sounded relieved, but her expression said otherwise, and Kenneth was glad to see it.
She looked as disappointed as he was to wrap up their meeting.
Well, at least we agree on that.
Turning her back to him, Leana began to fix her dress. In the throes of their passion, Kenneth had undone the laces of her corset, which she could no longer tie by herself. She could probably do it under different circumstances, but something told Kenneth that she was nervous, and that was why she took so long to finish a rather simple task.
“Allow me,” he said as he approached her and grabbed the ribbons that held the corset in place.
“Thank ye,” Leana whispered, brushing her hair over her shoulder so that he could easily maneuver the garment.
But that had the opposite effect, as she had exposed her smooth, milky neck and the top of her back.
At first, Kenneth didn’t want to go any further than he already had, but as he fastened her corset, his lips moved of their own accord and began to trail along the curve of her neck.
Leana let out a sigh that quickly turned into a moan. She tilted her head a little more to give him better access, and her hands began to tremble as he teased her with the tip of his tongue.
“All done, lass,” he murmured, amused by her embarrassment as she pulled away.
She looked at him as if he had caught her in the middle of a naughty act—which was not far from the truth. Only this time, they were both involved. And unlike Leana, Kenneth didn’t want to stop.
But he paused, and after adjusting her dress one last time, Leana stepped back, nodding as if to herself.
“Thank ye… Thank ye for understandin’ me situation.”
“Aye,” he said, nodding once. He gently took her hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles. “Just promise me ye willnae get elusive with me again.”
“I… I daenae ken.” She bit her lower lip—a terribly provocative gesture. “Ye understand this is all very confusing for me…”
“It is for me too.” Kenneth was not going to concede that point. “But I’d rather this meeting didnae make us strangers.”
“But we are strangers, Kenneth,” Leana pointed out with a smile.
“Ye arenae to me, lass,” he declared, his words laced with just enough confidence to deepen her blush.
Leana nodded and looked down at her dress, pretending to smooth it, though there were no wrinkles in the ugly brown fabric.
“I’ll remain cordial with ye… for Hunter’s sake,” she said.
