with such raw desire made every nerve in her body come alive with want.
“Like what?” she croaked.
“Like ye want me to give ye a proper kiss.”
“If ye can keep it to just one,” she drawled. “As ye pointed out, the one I just gave ye was lacking.”
His lips curled in a slow, sensual smile. “I can give ye a proper kiss if that’s what ye’d like, sweetheart.”
Jenny squared her shoulders, chin lifted, and looked him dead in the eye. “I think ’tis only fair, given we are about to go into battle.” She was fully aware that she was using a line most soldiers used on the women they wished to bed, but she didn’t care. Clichés be damned, she just wanted him to touch her.
“Something to look forward to in the end,” he murmured.
“Aye. A taste of what’s to come.”
Toran’s hand slid around her waist, laying a path of fire in its wake, before pressing to the base of her spine and urging her forward.
Their bodies collided.
His other hand slid up her arm, fingers brushing her neck, thumb stroking her lower lip. Then he leaned forward, placing his tongue where his thumb had been, licking her lip before capturing it in his mouth and giving it a gentle suckle.
Jenny whimpered at the sensual move, winding her arms around his neck at the same time he captured her lips for a searing kiss. His tongue delved inside to taste her, sliding against her own with tantalizing, hedonistic purpose.
The way they were pressed together she could feel the swell of his arousal grow against her until it pressed hard and hot against her lower belly. Her nipples hardened, and the place between her thighs throbbed with need. She pressed herself tighter to him, hoping to fill that need with touch.
Toran’s hand slid from the base of her spine to her rear, tucking her closer still until that hard part of him rubbed against the apex of her thighs. She gasped a moan against his lips.
He retreated and pressed again, backing her up as he did so until her back hit the wardrobe, rattling the wood. Something toppled to the floor with a crash. Neither of them tore their mouths from the other to look to see what it was.
Toran’s hand slid from her buttocks to her thigh, roving lower until he reached the back of her knee. He lifted her leg to curve it around his hip, giving that hard part of him further access to the hot part of herself.
His hips rocked against hers in delicious movement, their mouths clashed, tongues teasing. A hand splayed across her rear and the other gripped her ribs, sliding higher until he was cupping her breast. Fingers stroked that turgid peak. She moaned again, and Toran groaned into her mouth, kissing her deeper still as he explored her breast.
This was no mere kiss, and yet she wanted more. Enough to make her want to beg him to take her to bed now, to forget what she’d said. They shouldn’t go into war without having him laid out naked on her, their limbs entwined on the feather ticking.
She wished then that she’d not gone to dinner in her breeches but that she’d worn a gown, any gown that left her limbs naked beneath her skirts.
But perhaps that was as good a reason as any for her to keep wearing breeches, for he was in a kilt, and all they would have had to do was lift the hem of both their garments before his hard arousal touched her softer one, joining them together forever. But what was so bad about that?
The hand that had been fondling her breasts was sliding lower, delving into her breeches until he cupped her bare sex. She bucked against him, not realizing until it happened how very much she wanted him to touch her there nor what it would feel like for him to do so.
Goodness…it was magic. The pulsing need inside her leapt until she was gasping, frissons of heat and pleasure centered on his fingers spreading through her limbs.
He rubbed against her with expert strokes, dipping a finger inside her channel, in and out, round and round, until she was panting and sparks of bliss made her legs grow weak.
Jenny clung to him, her hips rocking in time with his movements until she felt herself breaking apart. Taken aback by the explosion of pleasure, her eyes grew wide, staring with shock and wonder into the blue abyss of