Page 57 of Taming the Scot
He lowered his gaze to her pouty lips and deliberately descended his mouth to hers. Her lips were warm, plush and moist. He kissed her softly at first, enjoying the feel of her against him, never wanting this moment to end. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her. Bronwen’s lips were rosy and swollen from their kiss, and she gazed at him with a far-off look.
“Say ye want to be my wife,” he begged. “I need to hear ye say the words.”
“I want to be your wife, Euan.”
Lord, how he loved her, and he’d almost lost her too. If he’d not been able to catch her in the alleyway, there was no telling what those thugs would have done to her. Taken her…killed her. The memory of coming up upon them and seeing them hovering over her, violent intent in every line of their bodies, sent a chilly wave of dread rushing through him.
His breathing quickened as a fire kindled in every part of his body, fueled by love and the sensation of her mouth on his.
If the sensations cascading through her every limb with his kiss could be equal or greater when they made love—for surely, that was where they were headed—then Bronwen couldn’t wait to be Euan’s in body as well as soul. Heat suffused her face at such thoughts, but how could she help it when his hand was on her breast, when his tongue had been there moments before? And the feelings that whipped through her…she was lucky to be still standing at all.
Hadn’t she been waiting for Euan to touch her since the very first kiss they’d shared?
“I want to make love to ye,” Euan crooned. His blue eyes had deepened to sapphire, and his husky voice filled with desire stoked a place between her thighs she’d barely paid attention to all of her life.
“I want ye to,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned up to kiss him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth, in case he wasn’t sure she meant it.
Euan scooped her up, her gown tumbling the rest of the way down and crumpling somewhere on the floor behind them as he carried her to the bed. He laid her gently on the coverlet and then covered her body with his.
She gasped at the length of his arousal pressed to her belly, certain that was what it was. She shifted beneath him, bringing a leg up to his hip. His body settled between hers, and she gasped at the more intimate contact. Euan groaned, stirred by the feeling too.
Bronwen stared into his heavily lidded eyes. All the tension bubbling up inside Bronwen seemed to swell in this one moment. She trailed a finger along his jaw, memorizing each curve of his striking face. His eyes sparkled, and his golden hair fell roguishly on his forehead.
“I can’t believe ye’re mine,” she whispered.
He reached up and grasped her hand in his. Dragging her palm to his lips, he kissed it, sending a shiver of awareness through her belly and to her center.
“Forever, my love.”
She moved beneath him again, wanting to be closer. The hem of her chemise rose, exposing the skin of her legs all the way up to mid-thigh. His face twisted with desire. Before she had a chance to shift again, he gripped her bare calf at his hip and held her still.
“No more, or this will be over before it's truly begun.” His lips captured hers for a demanding, possessive kiss.
Her breath caught in her throat as she hungrily kissed him back, arms winding around his shoulders. She wanted to rip off her chemise, remove his kilt and shirt. Her nipples were taut, and she arched her back, pressing her chest against his, aching for more. When his hand slid up her ribs to caress her breasts, she realized that had been what she craved. His thumb stroked over the puckered tip, and a moan escaped her.
Everything felt right, perfect.
With his arms curled around her, she was flush to his chest. His lips traced hers gently before deepening the kiss. Every inch of her awakened to some slice of heaven they created together. Shivers of desire raced through her limbs, culminating between her thighs, begging for more of his touch.
She lifted her hips again, and he groaned low in his throat.
“Lass…” His eyes were hooded, clouded with passion.
She traced a finger along his lips until he opened his mouth and nibbled the tip before sucking the digit inside. The inside of his mouth was decadent sin against her skin, and she whimpered at the wicked sensation.
He trailed kisses from her neck to the tops of her breasts, hovering there as he met her gaze.
“Can I take this off?” he asked, plucking at the fabric of her chemise.
Bronwen nodded, and he slid the thin muslin from her body and tossed it to the floor. She lay there, bare except for her garters and stockings, but she wasn’t nervous—quite the opposite. Euan’s hungry gaze devoured her, and he bit his lip in a way that suggested he was having a hard time holding himself back from consuming her completely. That look, and the thoughts it brought, heightened her arousal. Her nipples peaked, aching to feel the velvet of his tongue, and between her thighs, a delicious little pulse started.
She didn’t have to wait long as he swooped down and took a pink bud between his lips.
“Oh,” she sighed, arching her back and threading her fingers in his hair.
He kneaded her other breast, his thumb teasing the nipple, and then leisurely, he skimmed his hand along her rib cage, over her hip, to her thighs. Her legs started to tremble, and the place between her thighs quickened all the more. She bowed into him, urging his exploration forward, wanting something she didn’t understand.
Euan let out a low chuckle. “Miss Holmes is an impatient lass.”
