Page 44 of Sinbound to the Highlander
“Me,” she asked, “…stunnin’?”
“Aye, ye are stunnin’,” Evan’s gaze drifted to her mouth. Her heart began to race when he came closer, as he brushed,barelybrushed, his mouth across hers in a kiss, and it awoke deep yearning inside Freya. Her eyes nearly filled with tears.
It was a dream—it had to be. And when Evan pulled away, Freya pressed her fingertips to her mouth only for her hand to be drawn away. His expression was surprised, and it was as though he half expected she would have run at his touch.
He pressed his lips back to hers, and his tongue traced the seam of her lips. Surprise shot through Freya at the touch, but she opened her lips and felt him slipped inside, flittered over the rim of her teeth, before his tongue caressed hers. Timidly, she kissed him back while she sunk her hand into his hair, and his kisses sluiced through her like heat through butter, melting her right through.
Freya found herself on his lap, crushed against his chest, the hardness under his shirt pressing into the soft mounds of her breasts. Evan pulled off to drop ghost-like kisses across her temples, the fragile curve of her eyebrow, and the button of her delicate nose before going back to her mouth.
Her tongue met his first, and the timidity from before was gone. Freya grew bold, as the pleasured groan vibrating in his throat sent jolts of flame flicking through her chest. His palm, large spans of hard heat, coasted up her waist, then belly, and he cupped her breast tenderly.
Tremors shook through Freya’s body as his thumb ran over the peak of her nipple through the soft fabric of the dress. His lips, now at the crux of her ear and jaw, seared a path to the base of her throat. The feel of his lips and tongue moving over her skin filled Freya with a wonder such as she'd never known.
“Evan,” the sound of his name made her freeze where she sat.
Evan! Evan Saunderson—her sister’s betrothed. She had to stop. Pulling away, she gasped in a breath, “Nae, stop. We cannnae…wecannae!”
