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was enough for now. The softest groan of pleasure and displeasure rumbled from her. He chuckled softly.
    “You are a wicked lass.”
    Her brow arched high. “A lass…I am a woman grown.”
    Lachlan peeked at her bosom. “Aye, I see that and am most thankful for it.”
    “If you were, you would kiss me again.”
    He did. He kissed her chin then trailed soft pecks along the elegant jaw to the tender spot by her ear. He brushed his lips across her cheek then rubbed his nose against hers. He returned to her mouth.
    She gripped fistfuls of his hair and kissed him. “Cease teasing me,” she mumbled against his mouth.
    In life, he wanted to make Rowen happy, so he did as she ordered. He slipped his tongue between the crease of her lips. The cool, refreshing taste of water filled his mouth. He curled his tongue around hers. Her little moans fueled him. Beneath him, her legs squirmed. Her hips scraped against his own grinding ones. She might not understand the desire coursing through her, but he did and notched up his own.
    She kicked her legs free from her leine . He slipped into the cradle of her long legs. Her bare legs writhed against his hips and thighs. He groaned. She slipped her hands under his leine . Her touch danced over his back, never settling on one place but exploring him. A heated shiver raced along his spine. His stomach clenched as he tried to control himself and keep his head. A battle he was quickly losing.
    He cupped her thigh. He traced a path over her hips, along the curve of her waist. Beneath his touch, he felt her quiver. It spurned him on. His fingers skipped over her delicate ribs to her breast. Her nipple was peaked, jutting against his palm.
    Hell, his hands shook.
    His whole body shook.
    He bent his head and snagged the peak in his mouth. He lapped circles around the flesh. She arched her back and pushed her nipple deeper into his mouth. Her heart slammed against his lips. His mouth flooded with the flavor of her skin, a mixture of salt and feminine muskiness that was all her.
    He had never been so hard. He almost shattered as his manhood rubbed her tender, supple inner thighs. He would not take her. No matter the demanding voice urging him to forget his morals and slide into her and love her.
    Nay, he couldn’t. He had that much honor left within himself. Not much control, though. On trembling arms, he rose. Her hair fanned out in disarray. Her lips were flushed and wet from their kiss. Her nostrils flared. Her breasts rattled from her shallow breathing. Her delicate bones were at odds with the power of desire coiling her muscles.
    He almost lost his last thread of control and slid into her. Lachlan needed her…needed to be inside her to give himself relief. He had to love her.
    He gripped her legs by the back of her knees. He spread her legs wide. Her curls glistened from her wetness. He bent his head and lapped it up. He didn’t know if it was her or him who groaned. Probably both.
    He suckled on her nub. It throbbed against his teeth. He licked and savored her feminine flavor. He clutched handfuls of her buttocks and raised her to his mouth. He feasted deeper. Her hands buried in his hair. Her nails dug into his scalp. Good, a physical ache to remind him this could go no further.
    The first tremor waved then deepened. Her release exploded into his mouth. The sensation rushed into him and he spilled his seed.
    She collapsed back, melted against the plaid. He rested his head on her stomach.
    He listened to her heart return to normal. She ran her hands through his hair in an absentminded motion. Between her touch and her steady breathing, his eyes grew heavy.
    The first raindrop struck him on his cheek. More and more fell and he saw the drops on her skin.
    He lifted his head.
    “That feels good.” Raindrops lashed against her bare chest.
    A drop caught in the little V of her neck. He snagged it on his fingertip and licked it off.
    “We should return.” With much reluctance, he tied the