When Kennan tried to swallow, his Adam’s apple stuck in his throat, swelling to the size of a shinty ball. The tingling beneath her fingertips, her warm breath on his neck, meant one thing, and he didn’t know if he could resist. His gaze met hers, and those vibrant blues confirmed it. Passion thrummed through her blood, driving her mad just as it did to him.

Divana’s gaze slid to his lap. “They were rutting.”

The corner of his mouth ticked up, along with another part of his body—the place where she was staring. “Rutting?”

A pink tongue slipped over her lip as she nodded, placing her hands on the table. “Fiona’s skirts were hiked up all the way to her…”

“Hips?”

Divana arched her back and spread her legs. “And Garry was behind.”

Good God, the lout had taken his intended like a dog?

“Would you?” Her gaze slipped to the bulge beneath his kilt. “Want to?”

If Kennan thought he was hard, he’d been fooling himself. His cock lengthened to the point of excruciating pain. God’s stones, he’d win a battle fighting with his rod as stiff as iron. “Do you ken what you’re saying, lass?” he asked, his voice low and strained.

She blushed, her eyes so filled with want, they were practically black. “I ken I haven’t been able to think of much else but rutting with ye.”

He gulped, blinking to clear the stars in his vision, hoping to bring some bloody sense to his addled mind. “To begin with, ’tisn’t rutting—at least not with me it won’t be. And secondly, you’re supposed to be saving yourself for your husband. You’re a-a nice lass.” He’d nearly said well-bred, but she’d argue such a claim in a heartbeat.

“Fiona is a nice lass.”

“But she’s engaged to be married.”

“She wasn’t when I saw them.” Divana straightened, fingering the buttons on her falls and staring at the floor. “Do you not want me?”

Kennan dug in his heels and shoved his chair back, tugging her between his legs. “’Tis not a question of want, ’tis a question of honor.”

“And if I ru—ah—do that with ye, I will lose me honor?”

“Nay, I will lose mine. I promised to watch out for you, not ravish you.”

“I’m tired of saving meself for another when all I want is ye.”

Her shoulders fell along with her frown. Hell, even a tear spilled from her eye.

Unable to help himself, he wrapped her in his arms and tilted that lovely face to his. “God, I want you, Divana.”