Page 26 of The Icy Highlander's Bride
He seemed entirely unaffected by their kiss, as if it didn't matter who was in his arms. But Lana was already starting to realize that his indifference was a show. She was starting to see the cracks in his hard exterior. She wondered if she could push him further and make him admit what he wanted.
"Me Laird," she pointed out, slowly stepping toward the tall man in front of her, "ye keep speakin' of me rule."
"Aye," Daniel said, his eye raking over her from her face to her ample chest. Yes, it was clear what he wanted. "I cannae touch ye unless ye love me."
"Nay." Lana couldn't stop the smile that tugged at her mouth. She bit her lip, wondering how bold she could be. "That isnae the rule."
Her hands reached out, and she was suddenly pulling Daniel back to her. It took him a moment to respond, perhaps surprised by her actions, but then his hand slid around her back again.Lana was powerless against him as he backed her up against the back of the couch.
"What is the rule, lass?" he asked, his voice deep and dangerous.
His thighs pressed against her own, and she couldn't help opening her legs. Daniel took the opportunity to wedge a knee between her thighs, fighting against the fabric of her skirts.
"I willnae…" she trailed off, breathless. She swallowed hard and gathered herself. "I willnae lie with ye," she said.
Her hands were on the back of his arms, holding him tight, but it was clear he was going nowhere. His eye was locked on hers, waiting for the next words that would come out of her mouth.
"I said nothin' of kissin'."
The words surprised him. His eyebrow rose as he looked down at her. Was he impressed with her? Lana hoped so. She wanted to seem bold and in control despite the way she was melting in his arms.
"Then ye want a kiss?" Daniel asked.
"I… might." Lana couldn't bring herself to say it. Though her body screamed for him, she felt nervous to voice this.
"Nae good enough. Try again."
Daniel's hand was on her waist, but then it snaked around to her front. It was slowly rising, moving closer and closer to her breast, where it had so easily rested earlier. Lana couldn't help but arch her back as she begged him to touch her.
"Please," she whispered, "kiss me."
Daniel leaned down to press his lips to hers. She was surprised by how soft they were and the gentle way he kissed her for the first time. He had a gentle touch, as if he were trying something out to see if he liked it. Or perhaps to see if she did. He pulled back after their first touch, a question in his eyes.
Lana pressed her lips to his, telling him what she wanted. And then they were both desperate for each other, pressing hard as they pulled at each other's' clothes and limbs, trying to get closer. Daniel's lips parted, and he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. When she felt the warm press of his tongue, she thought she might faint. But still, she needed more.
Lana followed suit, shocked by her boldness. She pushed her tongue against his, and then his hand was riding up her bodice. His large, calloused hand was fondling her breast, gently massaging it even as his knee pressed harder between his legs.
"Daenae stop," Lana gasped.
His fingers ran up to the neckline of her dress before running along her collar bone. She felt a throbbing sensation between her legs that made her kiss him harder even as his fingers dipped below her neckline.
Daniel tugged on the neckline of her dress, wanting to feel more of her. He hadn't meant to take things so far, but a single press of her lips against his own and his mind was filled with images of laying her on the sofa and having his way with her. From the way she was writhing against him, he knew she was thinking of the same thing.
He could only think of bringing her more pleasure, of showing her how he could make her feel.
Daniel pushed down the neckline of her dress so his fingers could ghost over a hard nipple. He was rewarded with a gasp as he began to tease her, gently circling this sensitive part of her. He loved to feel how she responded to him, how she became putty beneath his hands.
"And what of this?" he asked. He pulled back to see the way she threw her head back in pleasure, her eyes closed tight. He continued to gently draw circles around her nipple as he spoke to her. "Is this part of yer rules?"
He didn't expect a response. Not when she was lost in the feeling of his fingers on her nipple, but then he heard her speak in a strained tone.
"Nay. Nae anymore," Lana gasped. Daniel thought of loosening the ties of her dress, giving himself more access. "I couldnae forbid anythin' that feels so good."
Those words made him think of many more things he could do to bring her pleasure. He dropped his hand from her breast and saw her eyes snap open in surprise. But then, without a second thought, he brought his hand to her thigh and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to his large, wooden desk.
"What are ye doin'?" Lana gasped.
But Daniel ignored her. He pressed her against the desk and pushed items aside so he could sit her on the edge of it. It was almost instinctual the way she opened her legs, letting him wedge his body between them.
