Highlander's Touch by Eliza Knight Page B

his touch. She’d wanted to escape for the moment. To pretend she was someone else, and that he truly cared for her. Shona started to pull away, but Ewan pulled her back, surprisingly strong for his condition.
    “Nay, lass, I’m here. Ye have me.” He leaned up and scraped his teeth along her jawline, then slid his mouth over to hers. “Let me have ye.”
    Shona pressed her lips hard to his, drinking in his kiss with an urgency she wasn’t quite sure how to control. “For tonight.”

Chapter Eight

     
    “AS ye say,” Ewan whispered against the vixen’s mouth.
    She might have said only for tonight, but he’d not been able to get her out of his sleep-induced, feverish brain, and once his temperature had broken, her name was the first on his lips. He’d pretend for her that this was only one night, but in truth, he planned to pursue her in earnest.
    Just days before, he’d been intent on remaining a bachelor—on frolicking with Hildie and her wenches for the rest of his days. He’d even balked at the idea of his laird marrying. Had teased Logan for his love and enjoyment of his wife. But he’d not realized how much he was missing until Shona had stepped into his life.
    Not that he’d be telling her this.
    She made him feel like he was not alone in the world. He’d not realized before how lonely he truly was. The moments with Hildie and any other willing lass had fleetingly assuaged his desolate existence, but… They weren’t truly enough. And he wasn’t certain if this was because he’d nearly died twice now in the span of six months and he wanted someone to remember him when he was gone, or if he was turning over a new leaf as Logan had. Admittedly, the latter scared the living hell out of him.
    But he’d be a fool not to admit that there was a connection and bond between them both that begged to be examined. He didn’t know what it was or how it was possible, but he wasn’t going to let her go. He was going to fully explore her and the mysterious bond that held them tight. He’d leave no stone, nor inch of skin, unexplored. Aye, he was going to claim this nymph for himself.
    “Promise me,” she said, her hands cupping the sides of his face.
    Ewan gripped her hips, massaging her as he lifted upward to grind his rigid cock against her warmth. “Anything,” he said.
    “Promise me this one night.”
    How could he deny her request and yet still appease his own desires? “I promise ye as many nights as ye wish.”
    “Just one.”
    “As ye say,” he said once more. There was no way he could promise only one, and by answering this way, he was leaving them both open for more.
    “Oh, Ewan, ye make me feel… hot, and, and, wanted,” she murmured. Her velvet tongue slid inside his mouth to tangle with his.
    “Lass, I want ye so bad, can ye not feel it?” He tilted his pelvis up again so she could feel just what he meant.
    Surging heat seared his veins and skin. Never had he been so filled with need and passion. Was it her or her tea? Had to be her…
    Shona responded to him by arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward. Ewan stroked his hands over the offered mounds. Soft globes with turgid peaks. The lass had perfect breasts and he wasn’t sure she even knew it.
    “Ye’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “And these are perfection.” Ewan leaned upward to nuzzle her breasts, breathing over the puckered peaks, one at a time.
    In her arms, every ache disappeared, and he was whole again.
    Shona threaded her fingers into his hair again. He loved the feel of her hands on him, of the way she held him possessively. The woman was full of passion and he wasn’t certain she knew that either. Furthermore, he was more than happy to be the one to unleash her fiery manner. In fact, he insisted upon it, though, he wasn’t certain how long he’d last. She rocked back and forth on his hard cock. With only a blanket and flip of her skirts keeping him from entering her silken warmth, Ewan found any