Their lips fused as her sigh vibrated through him—all the way down to his cock. He was powerless to push her away, not when she felt so good in his arms. Not when she wanted him as much as he craved her. Kennan plunged his tongue into her mouth and took his plunder. He’d kissed her before, but never had he tasted her wildness, experienced her urgency and unbridled passion.

Discarding all the barriers and reasons he’d constructed to prevent himself from taking her, he collected the woman in his embrace and took her to the bed. Within a few ticks of the wall clock he’d removed her garments, unwrapped her bindings, and had her bare, staring at the creamiest skin he’d ever seen.

Fully clothed, he kneeled between her legs and smoothed his hands from her shoulders to her breasts, swirling his thumbs around her hardened nipples. Downward he went, drinking her in. “You are so bloody beautiful.”

“Ye reckon so?” she asked, panting erotically.

“You have no idea how alluring you are. How long has it been since we met? That’s how long I’ve resisted you.”

“Near three months,” she said, reaching for his hands. “But I’ve longed for you more, I ken it.”

“Hush.”

“I want to see ye bare as well.”

He rocked back on his haunches and chuckled, whipping the shirt over his head. “It takes but a few flicks of the fingers to disrobe a Highlander,” he said, unfastening his belt and letting his plaid fall around his knees.

“Saint Columba,” she said as if his member astounded her.

And her reaction made him harder.

She rolled over and pushed up to her hands and knees. “Is this right?”

Och aye, what a glorious bottom presented to him—legs wide—the slick wetness of her core open to him. All he needed to do was slip inside, grab those shapely hips, and thrust. God, how he wanted to tup her now. “Nay,” he managed in a strangled whisper, coaxing her hips back to the mattress. “I’d never ask you to lower yourself that way.”

She turned, crossing her arms over her breasts, concern and, perhaps, shame reflected in her eyes. “But how?”

Careful not to crush her, he stretched over her and nuzzled into her neck. “I’ll show you, lass, if it is truly what you want.” He had to ask once more before he completely lost control.

“Aye. ’Tis all I want. I stowed away because I want to be with ye.”

“Do ye ken a child can be conceived?”

She nodded. “Even if you spill outside? That’s what Garry did.”

Good Lord, she’d seen it all. “Withdrawing helps, but there are no sure remedies. I want you to ken this afore we…”

“I still want ye to…”

“And the first time there’s pain.”

“I am not afraid.”