infuriated, and fascinated her all at once.
She lifted herself up on her toes, wrapping her arms about his neck. Ben did the same, but in a more languorous way, sliding his hands down her throat and arms and then her hips, pulling her hard against him. Within Ben’s arms, everything was different. It was as if her senses were on overdrive and out of control.
His hands flexed against her hips as he ground against her. She gasped, feeling the bulging excitement behind his kilt. He was big. She hoped she’d not bitten off more than she could chew.
“Do ye want me to stop, lass?” He pulled back a fraction, his lust-laden gaze burning with unsated need. “I shall leave ye, should ye wish it. But if we continue this way, I’m not sure I’ll ever let ye leave my arms again.”
Oh my… This man said all the right words. It was if she was living a real-life romance novel, where the heroine found her soulmate in a different century. Not that they were soulmates—they fought and disagreed on too many things, but still… His deep Scottish brogue was seriously sexy. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He growled and hoisted her into his arms, kissing her with a fervor that left her breathless. His determined strides ate up the distance from the great hall to the stone staircase. Was he taking her to his room? Oh, yes, please.
Kenzie didn’t break the kiss, not ever wanting to stop kissing this man. There was something about him that drew her even before she’d known him in person. It was an oddity she’d never understood. Perhaps they’d been destined to meet all along and be just as they were now, clasped together and about to have some hot and heavy sex.
Making his room, he kicked the door shut, and Kenzie giggled. It was so barbarian of him. He placed her on her feet, and she started to undo the laces at the front of her dress. He watched her in silence. Each time her gown gaped a little more, his gaze turned darker.
With a swoosh, her gown pooled at her feet, and she stood before him in nothing but her shift. Thankfully, beneath her feet was a bearskin rug and a roaring fire behind her that threw out plenty of warmth. “Are you going to take off your kilt, Ben” she asked, running her hand down his back and over his perfectly formed ass.
“Why don’t ye do it for me.”
Kenzie grinned and untied the sporran about his waist, before unpinning his kilt. It, too, fell heavy upon the floor and left him standing in nothing but his birthday suit. Kenzie expelled a satisfied sigh at the sight of Ben naked. Now he was hers to do with as she pleased. Not a shred of embarrassment marked his visage, and she marveled at his confidence. “You’re more of an expert at this type of thing. What did you want to do next, my liege?”
Ben lifted her up as if she weighed nothing at all, and she wrapped her legs about his hips, gasping as his member nestled against her sex. She’d never been this close to a man that she wanted so much before. His hardness and pricking of hair against her tickled and teased.
Yearning for more, she undulated against his cock and heard his muffled curse against her ear. She wanted to ride him, lose control, and be anything but a lady in his arms.
“Ye’re so sweet, lass.” His hand moved up her leg to clasp her bottom, squeezing her flesh and rubbing it in turn. “I want ye so much.”
She clasped his unshaven jaw, making him meet her gaze. “I want you, too. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life, but there’s something you should know.”
He frowned, taking in her features. “What is it?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m sleeping with you to gain a husband because I’m not. No offense, but I’m not staying, so I’m hoping you’ll look at this interaction as a bit of fun—an enjoyable way to pass the time while I’m still here.”
He chuckled, picking her up again and walking toward the bed. “Are ye trying to tell me in the nicest way possible that ye’re not looking to have me as ye husband? That ye just want me to tup ye so well that your time passes pleasantly?”
He laid her on the bed, and a shiver of excitement ran through her. “That’s exactly what