A Very Highland Holiday - Kathryn Le Veque Page 0,171
brothers would have her head if they knew she was behaving this way. Kissing a man she barely knew in a chamber they were meant to share for the night. A man she’d willingly allowed to abduct her. If they’d knew she’d packed the bag before he’d ever arrived—Lord, but they would kill her.
And she’d be fine with it, for she’d had a chance to feel Thane’s lips on hers. A man worthy of a kiss. A man worthy of so much more.
Their fingers entwined, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. What would it be like to kiss him every day like this? To glory in the soft sweep of his lips, the sensual stroke of his tongue?
That was when the idea came to her. She needed to be ruined. And who better for the task than Thane? Should her brothers catch up to them, it would make it impossible for her to partner with anyone else. Whoever they sold her to would not pay for a woman who’d already been claimed by another.
But Thane…He was honorable. Felt guilty at having abducted her. Even the tough attitude he tried to have with her was seen through easily enough. The man was formidable when he needed to be and in the next breath filled with heart. Much like his sister had been. Which meant that he would not simply steal her virginity if she asked him, too. She’d have to make him take it.
Sarah threaded her free hand in his hair, kissing him deeper, and he enjoyed it, judging from the sound in the back of his throat. She had no practice at wooing or seducing. Though Thane was not the first man she’d ever kissed, she’d done nothing more than that. And the only knowledge she had of what happened between a man and a woman was what she’d overheard the maids talking about after a feast that had seen plenty of them deep in their cups. But from what she’d heard, she thought she could piece together a fairly decent seduction.
And she’d not know until she tried.
With that in mind, and the confidence of someone well versed in lovemaking, she lifted herself up and straddled Thane’s lap. The crux of her thighs pressed to the hardened length of him, sending a shudder of pleasure through her.
Oh, my…The maids had not been jesting about that part. Frissons of wicked decadence raced through her, and when she rubbed herself back and forth, yet more intense quivers followed.
No wonder they did this. It actually felt rather good. Better than good. Not the stories she’d been told as a girl by her da. That to rut with a lad would only lead to unbearable pain and was best saved for marriage, when the blessing of God would lessen the torment.
Da was wrong, it would seem. Or he’d lied.
Thane’s hands came around her backside, gripping her arse and massaging, and he too moved beneath her, increasing the friction as his arousal stroked against hers. She moaned against his mouth, a little surprised at the sounds she was making. Then he was flipping her around so her back was flush to the mattress, and he was over her, between her thighs.
He kissed her harder, with more vigor and passion, tossing all her sensations into the air like fairy dust until she felt like she was in a magical dream. His hand swept up her ribs, clutching at her breast, and then he tore his mouth from hers and traveled heatedly over her neck and downward until his lips clamped over her nipple.
Sarah cried out at that, bucking upward. Goodness…She’d not thought touching could feel any better, but it just kept getting more intense and more pleasurable.
“Dear God, I love the way ye respond,” he said, panting, his eyes on her. Desire filled his gaze, made his eyelids dip.
Sarah grinned encouragingly. This was going quite well. “Your touch is magic.”
He kissed her again, caressing her everywhere until she was floating in a sea of delicious awareness she never wanted to be rescued from.
“I want ye,” he groaned against her lips.
His words, spoken so passionately, pinged off all the right spots in her mind and body.
Seduction had been so easy. And so exciting. “Ye can have me. I give myself willingly.”
There, she’d said it. And soon she would be ruined, and it would be wonderful.
Thane pushed her skirts up, fumbled with his breeches, and then she felt the very heat of him at her core.