Before she knew what was happening, the passion exploded. She could not get close enough to him, and he seemed equally determined to bring her body as tightly as possible to his. Her knees grew weak and her feet left the floor. The sensation of flying suffused her with dizziness. He was carrying her, she realized, awareness of his strength only fueling her desire for him.
A moment later, she felt him kick a door closed behind them. Opening her eyes, she could see naught. The room was pitch black and the air smelled of spices and flour. The storeroom?
Saints! Would he seduce her in truth?
If so, she was ready. Life was short and she needed a few precious, sparkling moments to bring her joy during the dark days of the future.
“Lady Seona?” he whispered, his breathing harsh and unsteady as he held her against the door, her toes barely touching the floor.
“Aye.”
“You are not frightened, are you?”
“Nay.” In the darkness, she stroked her palm along his bristly square jaw, then kissed his lips, eliciting a groan from him.
He grazed his tongue between her lips. That move shattered her thoughts and her composure. Her hands fisting in his hair, she drew him closer and welcomed his tongue invading her mouth.
Oh, how she craved this man, the taste of him, the scent and feel of him. He was tall, his shoulders broad and thick with muscle. His chest and stomach were hard against her, as was a lower, male part of him. She knew little about men’s bodies, but since the evening she had seen Keegan walking naked from the loch, she had been fascinated. Through their clothing, his hard shaft pressing against her lower belly enthralled her.
“Mmm,” he hummed quietly and consumed her mouth. That sensation she’d felt before when he’d kissed her was now besieging her ten times stronger than before. It had to be the arousal Isobel had told her about. She had said the kissing and caressing a man did would make a woman eager for the bedding. Seona had never experienced this before Keegan had kissed her that first time. But now she knew, she wanted his naked skin brushing against hers.
She wanted him to bed her.
But she couldn’t. If her father found out, he’d surely beat her. At the same time, she could not refuse Keegan anything he wanted, because she wanted the same things. She wouldn’t turn away from him.
“I want to touch you,” Keegan whispered between little kisses, his hand skimming from her waist to the side of her hips.
“Aye,” she agreed, perhaps a bit too eagerly. She didn’t know where or how he would touch her, but she craved it, his hands, his mouth.
“I’d never do anything to harm you. You ken that?” he asked.
“Aye.” She loved how he was so considerate and protective of her.
Her skin burned, head to toe. She knew not what to do, or what he would do. In the next instant, he unfastened the brooch that held her wool plaid arisaid together at her chest.
He was undressing her? She shivered in expectation.
He kissed her again, and pulled her closer. Bending slightly, he placed his hand behind her knee and pulled her leg upward, rubbing her knee alongside his hip. Heavens! Her legs were spread in a decadent way that made her crave having him between.
He placed his hand on her calf, then slid it beneath the hem of her arisaid and her smock. His hand heated her bare skin as he stroked her calf gently, entrancing her. Tingles traveled up her leg toward her center.
“Oh,” she breathed, tilting her head back and allowing him to scatter little kisses down her neck.
He slid his hand to her knee, then higher, his fingertips trailing lightly along the outside of her thigh, delightful and stimulating. She held on ’round his neck, lest she fall over from lightheadedness.
His questing hand moved higher, up her thigh, to the flare of her bare hip. Oh, saints, he was bold.
He purred against her throat and glided his hand down the outside of her thigh again to her knee, then slowly up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She held her breath in anticipation while he leisurely stroked his fingertips back and forth, lightly teasing her skin, making her tingle and ache in shocking places. Some primal part of her urged her to spread her legs and allow him to stroke her very core. She gasped. She could not do that.
At least she should not.
But her need for Keegan was too strong to ignore, and she wished to feel his hands all over her. She wanted him to teach her everything about passion and carnal relations.
Using his thumb, he stroked over the upper part of her mound, tickling through her hair. She felt paralyzed, unwilling to stop him, but too afraid to move.
His heated breath fanned against her throat and the upper part of her chest. Her plaid fell behind her, leaving her covered in naught but a linen smock. She shivered, hot and cold at once. Keegan’s bristly jaw rubbed against her breast, the course whiskers prickling the sensitive skin of her nipple through the material.
She gasped, for she had never felt such a sensation—raw need and possessiveness.
He moaned and brushed his lips over her beaded nipple, then plucked at it through the fabric.
Breathing hard, she pulled him closer. “Aye,” she whispered, needing more. A second later, he slipped his fingers between her legs. Saints! A shock cut through her at the same time sizzling pleasure jolted her. She had never been touched there by anyone. She even tried to avoid touching herself on that spot. He was lightly but deliberately caressing, bare skin to bare skin. Heat and lust seared her.
“Lass, you are luscious and wet,” he murmured low in her ear.
She knew not what that meant… except that she wanted him… craved for him to do something more to her, to appease this powerful need. Oh, how she ached inside.
She clutched his plaid in her fist, pulling him closer. “Keegan?”
“Aye. Do you like this?”
“Aye. You make me feel…” How could she describe something she’d never felt before?
“I ken what you mean,” he whispered against her breast, then using his lips, he tugged at her nipple again.
With frantic unsteady movements, she untied the neck of her smock and yanked at it, until her breasts were bared to him.
He muttered a curse and took full advantage, drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking.
“Oh,” she breathed, dizziness storming through her. She clung onto his broad shoulders for dear life.
His wicked fingers teased her beyond bearing. She widened her legs, allowing him access to the mysterious part of her that tingled unmercifully.
He rubbed his fingers over the spot and massaged in a circle. The sensations were startling, blinding, and impossibly pleasurable.
She heard herself cry out.
“Shh, lass. No one must hear us.”
“Aye.” She bit her lower lip to keep from making noise, but the intense, delightful feelings almost overcame her.
His mouth covered hers again and she eagerly sucked at his tongue as his fingers tormented her. He slipped one of his fingers further between her legs. Oh, that was where she ached for him! He must have sensed what she wanted. She widened her thighs more.
He hissed a curse, stroking in and out, very shallowly. “Seona. You feel so good.”
Unbidden, a high-pitched cry came from her. Realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to be silent again, no matter how incredible it felt.
He slid his fingers to the tingling, sensitive spot and teased it again. She had become very moist and needy, craving his attention. She wanted to push him to the floor and climb atop him. She did not understand it. Nothing made sense, and she could not think anyway.
She pressed her hip more firmly against his shaft where it stood upright toward his stomach. He moaned. That hard appendage was what she craved stroking her instead of his fingers. She knew it was designed to slide inside her.