Rose's Rapture: Lords of the Night, Book Two by Jordan Summers Page B

with a bit too much strength, sending sparks flying into the air. He had to get control of himself before he touched her.
    “I think the fire is built up enough. I’m quite warm,” she said, before allowing her shawl to slip to the ground at her feet.
    Hamish’s eyes followed the movement, then his gaze shot to her face. He watched as Rose’s hands moved to her gloves. She peeled them off seductively, exposing the creamy flesh below. It took effort to swallow, but somehow Hamish managed. He stood, his cock miraculously tenting his kilt. He truly didn’t think he had it in him.
    Rose’s eyes fixed on the heavy material. She smiled widely, then turned so he could reach the buttons at her back. “I need you to undo me,” she said softly.
    Hamish stepped forward, his fingertips trembling as he bent to kiss the side of her neck. Her pulse fluttered. He closed his eyes against the silken temptation and then swiftly moved away until all he touched was her gown. “Lass, you’re far too tempting for your own good.”
    Rose looked over her shoulder and her lips twitched, before facing away once more. The buttons took more effort than Hamish would’ve liked. He was tempted beyond reason to simply rip the offending material off her body, but he didn’t think Rose would appreciate him ruining her gown.
    He inhaled her flowery scent, drawing it deep into his lungs. No one could ever smell this wonderful. He licked his lips. Or taste this good to him again. Hamish slipped the last button from its eyelet, then slid the gown over Rose’s shoulders. He may be a vampyre, but he was also a gentleman.
    Rose turned to face him, pushing the gown to the floor in one swift motion. Her chemise did little to hide the attributes beneath the flimsy material. The air rushed from Hamish’s lungs as his eyes latched onto her flushed hard nipples. Now that she was free of the gown, he could smell the wetness gathering between her ample thighs.
    He dropped to his knees before her and pulled Rose into her arms, his nose buried in her coppery curls. The material was of no hindrance. Hamish started where he knew her hidden treasure began and swiped his tongue along the seam of her sex. Rose shuddered in his arms.
    “Lass, I cannot wait a moment longer to taste you. My cock is nye bursting.” Hamish reached for the bottom of the chemise and slowly worked it up Rose’s legs, revealing inch by tantalizing inch of her skin.
    He didn’t bother to move to the bed. Instead, he slipped the material over her head and then pulled her down onto the rug beside him. The firelight danced upon her skin, teasing her erect nipples, stroking her growing heat. Suddenly, Hamish found himself jealous of the light. He knew the thought was absurd, but nonetheless that’s how he felt.
    He tugged at his shirt and coat, throwing them across the room. He needed to feel her, skin to skin, soul to soul. One flick of a wrist sent his kilt onto the floor, releasing his cock to the warm bedroom air. He heard Rose’s breathing deepen as her eyes latched onto his throbbing shaft. It seemed to grow, thick and impossibly heavy, as she gazed at it enticingly.
    Her small hands reached up and encircled him, drawing him down toward her body. Rose stroked his length, feeding his need, fueling his desire.
    “Oh, lass, you dinnae know how good that feels.”
    She grinned. “I have a pretty good idea.”
    Hamish mirrored her smile, taking care to hide his fangs. “Let me show you.” He pulled away from her, kissing his way down her body. His lips nibbled on her breasts, while his tongue flicked the crinkled flesh, teasing it into hard kernels.
    Rose whimpered, her body burning from the inside out. Everywhere Hamish’s mouth touched, flames erupted. She reached for his head to anchor herself as he licked his way closer to her aching center. She needed him to touch her there, taste her. Drive the throbbing need right out of her body, only to build it up once again.
    “Please,