Read The Craving (Rogues of Scotland #1) for Free Online Page B

drift shut. The first brush of his mouth against hers was but a touch. The second was more purposeful, as he pressed his lips to hers.
    Meg could feel herself melting against him. Then his tongue slid along the seam of her lips. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
    It was the moan, the hard, needy moan pulled from deep within him that left her trembling for more. When he turned her slightly in his arms and opened his lips wider, Meg followed suit.
    She sighed as their tongues met, tangled. The attraction between them exploded into hot flames of desire. He deepened the kiss, pulling her against him until she could feel his arousal.
    The kiss was searing, scorching. It burned her from the inside out.
    And she couldn’t get enough.
    It was hard for her to hide the disappointment when Ronan ended the kiss and stared down at her. Without a word, he took her hand and walked her to the abandoned cottage.
    As soon as he stepped into the structure, he pulled her inside and shut the door. In the next instant, he had her pressed against the door, his mouth on hers again, more ravenous than before.
    Meg slid her arms around his neck and sank her fingers into the thick strands of his wet hair. The kiss stirred her already heated blood. She gasped when he rocked against her, his thick rod pressing against her sex.
    “Aye,” he murmured as he kissed down her neck. “Feel me, sweet Meg.”
    She felt the cool air on her skin, and realized he was undressing her, but she no longer cared. All she wanted was more of the pleasure Ronan was giving her. She would think about her actions and the consequences later.
    Now was all about what she wanted.
    It was a new sensation for her. Never had she thought of herself before anyone else, and she found she quite liked it.
    Her gown fell around her feet in a flurry of material. Ronan never stopped kissing her the entire time he was getting her naked. When Meg was completely nude, Ronan pulled her against him and looked into her eyes for long moments. She wished she knew what he was thinking, that she had some hint of what went on in his mind.
    “I didna lie, sweet Meg. I’ve never taken an innocent before.”
    She might have blushed before, but not now. Not when her body ached for him. His large hands were roaming over her, gripping her bottom and teasing the undersides of her breasts.
    “You don’t bed virgins, remember. What makes you think I’m an innocent?” she asked, her voice shaking when he drew close to her already hard nipple. 
    “A man like me always knows.”
    Her lids drifted shut when she ground against him. “I don’t need to be seduced. I’m more than willing.”
    “I should walk away from you, from this.”
    Meg’s eyes flew open to see him staring down at her breasts. He had bent her backward, exposing her breasts. She couldn’t imagine him leaving her in such a state of need. Besides, she knew he needed release as well.
    “Don’t.” Meg didn’t care that he heard the pleading in her voice. “Please.”
    He drew his gaze up to hers. “You doona know what you’re asking.”
    But she did. To prove it, she reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock. “I know.”
    With her words, Ronan unfastened his kilt and let it drop to the ground. He knelt in front of Meg and cupped her breasts in his hands before he closed his mouth over one turgid peak.
    Ronan had never wanted a woman like he wanted Meg. He teased her nipples mercilessly until her hips were rocking against him. Only then did he take the precious few moments to spread his kilt over the dirt floor and lay her down.
    That’s when he finally got to feast his eyes on Meg in all her glorious splendor. Her nipples were a pale pink, her breasts large and full. She had a narrow waist and full hips. He glanced at her lithe legs, but it was the triangle of auburn curls between them that held him transfixed.
    “You are a beauty, sweet Meg.”
    Her smile was soft, seductive, and it caused a