He clenched his fists, the need to

He clenched his fists, the need to touch her like a wave pushing him in her direction. But he resisted, for he wanted her to lean his way instead.
“I meant no disrespect by keeping my sister a secret,” she said at his continued silence. “I think you would have taken care had you wed her instead. But I was frightened. I didn’t know you then.”
He pondered this a moment and saw a weakening in her defenses. “And do you know me now?”
“A little. Enough to know you are not cruel.”
A compliment coming from her.
She was lovely in the firelight, staring back at him with those long-lashed eyes. She’d left her hair unbound. He could not resist. He moved his hand and twined a lock around his finger. She did not move or voice objection. From her, that might be as much an invitation as he could hope for. And if all the sons of Scotland waited for their wives to offer, his kin would die away, and his homeland would overrun with dirty English.
“’Tis you who is cruel,” he teased gently. “To tempt me with your smiles and still refuse my kiss.”
She stared a long moment, unsmiling. “You have not offered one in days.”
His breath caught high in his throat, and his manhood sprang up with optimism.
She was sitting straight upright in the chair as he knelt before her. Her hair was silk ribbons. He twined a second curl with the first. “No, I haven’t. You must ask, remember?”
She gave a delectable sigh of impatience, and he very nearly pulled her face to his to end this stubborn madness. But she fell back against the chair’s cushion and looked to the fire, pressing her thumb against her lips. Her hair had pulled from his fingertips as she moved away. He sensed the Sinclair warrior within her battling against her woman’s desire.
He reached down and ran his hands up along the back of her calves, inching her nightgown up as well.
“Stop that,” she said without conviction, still staring at the fire.
“If I cannot kiss you, I must find some other way to pass this time.”
She pushed one of his hands away with her foot, but he caught it and rubbed his thumb against the arch. Her eyes closed for the space of a breath. He moved his thumb again and saw a telltale flutter of her lashes.
Ah, perhaps this was the way to this lass’s heart. Through her feet. And what a lovely route that would be to travel. He cupped both hands around that foot and squeezed, rubbing his palms against her skin.
She turned and frowned, weakly trying to tug from his grasp. “What are you doing?”
He shrugged and smiled. “Passing time.”
“With my foot?”
“’Tis pleasant, is it not?”
She huffed and turned her gaze back to the fire, but did not pull away. “’Tis nothing at all, but amuse yourself, if it pleases you.”
He chuckled at her transparent lie and caught up her other foot, leaning back and resting it against his thighs. Those knees of hers were clamped together, but he’d make her relax yet, and soon he’d delve between them. His chest filled with want. If she moved her foot an inch to the left, she’d know with every certainty how she affected him. As if she didn’t know now. She was not so very innocent.
He rubbed her feet another moment, then moved his hands to her ankles and slowly caressed his way up the back of her calves until his fingers caught behind her knees. He leaned up then and pressed against her shins.
She sighed and caught her bottom lip between her teeth. The look she turned his way was full of indecision. ’Twas a far cry from her forbidding frowns of days past. He was halfway home.
He eased her nightgown up another inch or two, over the bend of her legs, but she caught the hem and held it steady.
“Don’t,” she whispered.
He was too close. His hands burned like cinders as he trailed them forward along her linen-covered thighs and brought them to rest at her waist. Even through her nightgown, she felt the heat, as if there were no barrier between them at all. He leaned forward until his face was a mere breath from hers.
She clutched at her hem and felt the muscles of his stomach flex against her hand. With her other, she pressed against his shoulder, as if trying to nudge a mountain from her path.
“’Tis enough,” she said, but the quiver in her voice be trayed her.
He gave a tiny shake of his head. “No, my love, ’tis not nearly enough.”
Her heart trembled at the endearment, though she knew it to be false. He did not love her, no more than she loved him. ’Twas instinct, nothing more. But when he lowered his head and ran his cheek against one breast, making it peak and swell and lift to him, she could not stop herself. She caught the back of his head and pressed it more firmly against her. He groaned and opened his mouth against her, moistening the fabric of her nightgown and branding her flesh.
His hands were fast, much too fast for her thoughts to react. His one arm reached around her waist and pulled her forward while the other hand slid past that hem and up along the outside of her thigh until his hand cupped her bare bottom and squeezed.
She cried out at that, dismayed at her unwitting concession and yet wanting nothing more than to arch against him and move her legs so he might reach between them.
His mouth traveled upward, toward the column of her throat, leaving a hot, moist trail. Her mind called out for him to cease and leave her be, but nothing came forth from her lips save wanton sighs. God, she was a helpless traitor. As useless to her clan as a sparrow.
He ran his lips along her jaw and paused, hovering over her own lips. She looked at him then, all dark and shadows in the dim light. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She could barely breathe for its erratic pace.
“Ask me,” he whispered, nuzzling the side of her mouth with his own.
She turned her head away, not daring to speak, for nothing but permission would surely come forth.
He turned her face back toward him. “I am your husband, Fiona. Ask me, and I will show you such pleasure.”
She licked her lips. She had one last arrow in her arsenal. “You are my enemy. I want nothing from you.” But the words tasted bitter and sounded false.
He pulled her closer. “You’re a liar.”
She sighed at his accusation and could not deny it any more than she could deny him. She wove her hands into his hair and stared at him another moment. Then she kissed him, full and with abandon, welcoming the intensity of his desire.
His arm was steel around her, a welcome prison, and his other hand kneaded at her bottom. She gave in to it, to all of it. Her clan and her brothers be damned.
For delicious moments, they pressed and swayed within the confines of the chair, relief and tension building, two sides of the same coin. Myles pulled her to the edge of the seat and trailed his hand around to tease at the juncture of her legs. She pressed against his hand and felt a tremor build within.
He kissed her throat, tugging her nightgown aside with impatience, exposing her shoulder. The fabric caught on her necklace. He chuckled deep, running a finger along the gold. “God, Fiona,” he sighed, “I would have given you this jewelry days ago had I known how it would melt your defenses.”
His words penetrated the fog of her desire, dousing her ardor like the sting of autumn rain. She shoved against him and jerked back in the chair. Is that what he had done? Baited her with shiny baubles to sway her compliance?
“Melt my defenses?”
The look on his face went from confused to remorseful. He shook his head. “’Tis not what I meant, Fiona. I phrased that poorly.”
But she would not be fooled. “You think to pay me off, like some whore? Give me a pretty jewel and watch me fall onto my back?” God, and she’d let him. She’d opened to him without even the need for a bed. They were in a chair and very nearly about to couple on the floor like peasants.
“I meant for the necklace to be a gift. Not a bribe. I had no expectations.” His voice was strained. Of course it was. He’d failed in his purpose.
“Now who is the liar?” she demanded. “Can you look me in the eye and say you did not think to trade kisses for this jewelry?”
He lifted a stern jaw. “Yes, I meant to trade you kisses. But I’d have given you the necklace either way. I have not forced you, Fiona. ’Tis my earnest desire to avoid just that which has led us to this spot. I have been patient. And I make no apologies for wanting you.”
“’Tis the trickery you should apologize for!” She pulled her nightdress up over her shoulder and worked to tie the neckline.
He ran a hand over his head. “I meant no trickery. If you’d be reasonable, you’d see that. Seduction isn’t deception.”
“Not the way you do it.” She’d had one arrow more, it seemed, and this one struck its mark. He rose abruptly and turned to the fire, running a hand through his hair.
She was a foolish girl to think he cared about her feelings. If he respected her the way he said, he’d not have baited a trap with gold and emeralds. But he was a Campbell, after all, full of desire and manipulation. She’d let herself forget. ’Tis likely how her mother was deceived and found herself alone in a glen with Cedric Campbell. Fiona would not be so gullible.

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Dia mengepalkan genggamnya, perlu menyentuh seperti gelombang mendorongnya arah nya. Tapi dia menolak, karena dia ingin dia untuk bersandar nya jalan sebaliknya."Aku berarti tidak hormat dengan menjaga adikku rahasia," katanya di keheningan-Nya terus. "Saya pikir Anda akan mengambil perawatan telah Anda menikah dengannya sebagai gantinya. Tapi aku takut. Aku tidak tahu Anda kemudian."Ia merenungkan ini sejenak dan melihat melemahnya pertahanan nya. "Dan apakah Anda tahu saya sekarang?""Kecil. Cukup untuk tahu bahwa Anda tidak kejam."Pujian yang datang darinya.Dia adalah indah di firelight, kembali menatap dia dengan mata yang menyerang panjang. Ia meninggalkan rambut tdk dijilid. Ia tidak mampu. Ia pindah tangan-Nya dan dipintal benangnya kunci di sekitar jarinya. Dia tidak bergerak atau suara keberatan. Dari dia, yang mungkin menjadi sebanyak undangan seperti dia bisa berharap untuk. Dan jika semua keturunan Skotlandia menunggu istri-istri mereka untuk menawarkan, saudaranya akan mati pergi, dan airnya akan dibanjiri dengan kotor Inggris."'Tis Anda yang kejam," ia menggoda lembut. "Untuk menggoda saya dengan senyum Anda dan masih menolak ciuman saya."Dia menatap waktu yang lama, unsmiling. "Anda tidak menawarkan satu di hari."Napas menangkap tinggi di tenggorokan, dan kedewasaan nya bermunculan dengan optimisme.Dia duduk tegak lurus di kursi saat ia berlutut di depannya. Rambutnya pita sutra. Ia dipintal benangnya ikal kedua dengan yang pertama. "Tidak, aku belum. Anda harus bertanya, ingat?"Dia memberi napas lezat ketidaksabaran, dan ia sangat hampir menarik wajahnya nya untuk mengakhiri kegilaan ini keras kepala. Tapi dia jatuh kembali terhadap bantal kursi dan melihat ke dalam api, menekan jarinya terhadap bibirnya. Rambutnya telah ditarik dari jari nya seperti dia pindah. Dia merasakan Sinclair prajurit dalam Dia berjuang melawan keinginan wanita nya.Dia mengulurkan tangan dan berlari tangannya sepanjang belakang betis nya, beringsut baju nya naik juga."Berhenti itu," Dia berkata tanpa keyakinan, masih menatap api."Jika aku tidak bisa mencium Anda, saya harus menemukan cara lain untuk melewatkan waktu ini."Dia mendorong salah satu tangannya pergi dengan kakinya, tapi ia menangkapnya dan ibu jari digosok lengkungan. Mata ditutup untuk ruang napas. Ia pindah ibu jari lagi dan melihat tanda bergetar dia bulu mata.Ah, mungkin ini adalah cara untuk lass ini jantung. Melalui kakinya. Dan rute apa yang indah yang akan melakukan perjalanan. Dia menangkupkan kedua tangannya di sekitar kaki dan diperas, menggosok palms nya kulitnya.Dia berbalik dan disukai, lemah berusaha menarik dari genggamannya. "Apa yang Anda lakukan?"Ia mengangkat bahu dan tersenyum. "Lewat waktu.""Dengan kaki saya?""'Tis menyenangkan, itu tidak?"Dia huffed dan mengalihkan pandangan matanya kembali ke dalam api, tetapi tidak menarik diri. "'Tis tidak ada sama sekali, tapi menghibur diri sendiri, jika semuanya menyenangkan engkau."Dia terkekeh pada kebohongan nya transparan dan terjebak dia kaki lain, bersandar kembali dan beristirahat terhadap pahanya. Mereka lutut miliknya yang menutup bersama-sama, tetapi ia akan membuatnya bersantai belum, dan segera ia akan menggali antara mereka. Ingin dadanya dipenuhi. Jika ia pindah kakinya satu inci ke kiri, ia akan tahu dengan pasti setiap bagaimana dia mempengaruhinya. Seolah-olah dia tidak tahu sekarang. Dia adalah tidak begitu tak berdosa.Mengusap kakinya saat yang lain, kemudian pindah tangan ke pergelangan kaki Nya dan perlahan-lahan membelai jalan belakang betis nya sampai jarinya tertangkap di belakang lutut. Dia membungkuk sampai kemudian dan ditekan terhadap tulang kering nya.Dia mendesah dan tertangkap bibir bawah antara giginya. Tampilan ia berpaling jalannya dipenuhi dengan keraguan. ' Sungguh jauh dari dia melarang mengerutkan dahi hari masa lalu. Dia adalah pertengahan rumah.Ia berkurang nya baju sampai satu inci atau dua, atas kelokan kakinya, tapi ia tertangkap hem dan memegang itu mantap."Tidak," ia berbisik.Dia adalah terlalu dekat. Tangannya terbakar seperti cinders ketika ia membuntuti mereka maju sepanjang pahanya tertutup linen dan membawa mereka untuk beristirahat di pinggang. Bahkan melalui gaun nya, dia merasa panas, seolah-olah ada penghalang antara mereka sama sekali. Dia membungkuk sampai wajahnya nafas dari miliknya.Dia mencengkeram di hem nya dan merasa otot-otot perut dengan flex terhadap tangannya. Dengan nya yang lain, ia ditekan terhadap bahunya, seolah-olah mencoba untuk berbesar gunung dari jalan."'Tis cukup," katanya, tapi bergetar dalam suaranya menjadi trayed padanya.Dia memberi kecil menggelengkan kepalanya. "Tidak, saya cinta, ' tis tidak hampir cukup."Hatinya bergetar di pembacanya, meskipun dia tahu itu harus palsu. Dia tidak mencintainya, tidak lebih dari dia mencintainya. ' Sungguh naluri, tidak lebih. Tetapi ketika ia menurunkan kepalanya dan berlari pipinya melawan satu payudara, sehingga puncak dan membengkak dan angkat kepadanya, ia tidak bisa berhenti sendiri. Dia tertangkap belakang kepalanya dan ditekan lebih tegas terhadap dirinya. Dia mengerang dan membuka mulutnya terhadap dirinya, melembutkan kain baju nya dan branding dagingnya.Tangannya yang cepat, terlalu cepat untuk pikiran untuk bereaksi. Satu lengan mencapai pinggang dan menariknya ke depan sementara sisi lain meluncur masa lalu yang keliman dan sepanjang bagian luar pahanya sampai tangannya menangkupkan dia telanjang bawah dan diperas.Dia berseru pada saat itu, menjaga konsesi nya tanpa disadari dan namun ingin tidak lebih dari untuk melengkungkan melawan dia dan memindahkan kakinya sehingga ia bisa mencapai antara mereka.Mulutnya bepergian ke atas, ke arah kolom tenggorokannya, meninggalkan jejak panas, lembab. Pikirannya memanggil baginya untuk berhenti dan meninggalkan Dia akan, tapi tidak keluar dari bibirnya Simpan sighs nakal. Allah, dia adalah pengkhianat tak berdaya. Tak berguna nya klan sebagai sparrow.Dia berlari bibirnya sepanjang rahang nya dan berhenti, melayang di atas bibirnya sendiri. Dia memandang dirinya kemudian, Semua gelap dan bayang-bayang dalam cahaya yang suram. Hatinya berdebar liar di dadanya. Dia hampir tidak bisa bernapas untuk kecepatan yang tidak menentu."Bertanya," ia berbisik, nuzzling sisi mulutnya dengan sendiri.Ia menoleh kepala, tidak berani untuk berbicara, untuk apa-apa tapi izin pasti akan datang keluar.Dia berbalik wajahnya kembali ke arahnya. "Aku suami, Fiona. Bertanya padaku, dan aku akan menunjukkan kepadamu kesenangan tersebut."Dia menjilat bibir. Dia punya satu terakhir panah di gudang. "Anda adalah musuh. Aku ingin tidak ada dari Anda." Tapi kata-kata terasa pahit dan terdengar palsu.Ia menariknya lebih dekat. "Kau pembohong."Dia menghela napas di dalam tuduhannya dan tidak dapat menyangkal itu lebih dari dia bisa menyangkal-nya. Dia menenun tangannya ke rambutnya dan menatapnya lain saat ini. Kemudian dia menciumnya, lengkap dan dengan penuh semangat, menyambut intensitas keinginannya.Lengan adalah baja di sekitar dia, penjara Selamat datang, dan tangan lain diremas di bawah nya. Dia menyerah pada itu, untuk semua itu. Klan nya dan saudara lelakinya menjadi terkutuk.Untuk saat-saat yang lezat, mereka ditekan dan terombang-ambing dalam batas-batas kursi, bantuan dan ketegangan bangunan, dua sisi mata uang yang sama. Myles menariknya ke tepi kursi dan membuntuti tangannya di sekitar menggoda di persimpangan kakinya. Dia ditekan terhadap tangannya dan merasa getaran membangun dalam.Ia mencium tenggorokannya, menarik baju nya samping dengan ketidaksabaran, mengekspos bahunya. Kain tertangkap kalung. Ia terkekeh mendalam, menjalankan jari sepanjang emas. "Tuhan, Fiona," ia mendesah, "Saya akan memberikan Anda perhiasan ini hari yang lalu saya tahu bagaimana hal itu akan meleleh pertahanan Anda."His words penetrated the fog of her desire, dousing her ardor like the sting of autumn rain. She shoved against him and jerked back in the chair. Is that what he had done? Baited her with shiny baubles to sway her compliance?“Melt my defenses?”The look on his face went from confused to remorseful. He shook his head. “’Tis not what I meant, Fiona. I phrased that poorly.”But she would not be fooled. “You think to pay me off, like some whore? Give me a pretty jewel and watch me fall onto my back?” God, and she’d let him. She’d opened to him without even the need for a bed. They were in a chair and very nearly about to couple on the floor like peasants.“I meant for the necklace to be a gift. Not a bribe. I had no expectations.” His voice was strained. Of course it was. He’d failed in his purpose.“Now who is the liar?” she demanded. “Can you look me in the eye and say you did not think to trade kisses for this jewelry?”He lifted a stern jaw. “Yes, I meant to trade you kisses. But I’d have given you the necklace either way. I have not forced you, Fiona. ’Tis my earnest desire to avoid just that which has led us to this spot. I have been patient. And I make no apologies for wanting you.”“’Tis the trickery you should apologize for!” She pulled her nightdress up over her shoulder and worked to tie the neckline.He ran a hand over his head. “I meant no trickery. If you’d be reasonable, you’d see that. Seduction isn’t deception.”“Not the way you do it.” She’d had one arrow more, it seemed, and this one struck its mark. He rose abruptly and turned to the fire, running a hand through his hair.She was a foolish girl to think he cared about her feelings. If he respected her the way he said, he’d not have baited a trap with gold and emeralds. But he was a Campbell, after all, full of desire and manipulation. She’d let herself forget. ’Tis likely how her mother was deceived and found herself alone in a glen with Cedric Campbell. Fiona would not be so gullible.