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his warm lips pressed against hers, his tongue teasing hers, his arms holding her tightly against him. He cradled her head in his hand. The other was on her back, melding her less than stellar curves to his chest as he feathered kisses along her jaw. Desire rose in her, filling her with a decadent tension, overwhelming her fear-inducing past experiences and all her inhibitions.
    She slid her hands over the cloth-covered roped muscles of his shoulders to grip his arms, pulling him closer still, pressing to him, and relishing the play of his fluid moves when he laid her down on the bed. Reclining beside him, she reveled in the feel of his erection, hot and hard against her thigh.
    His mouth moved lower, painting a row of gentle kisses down her throat and along the neckline of her nightgown. Leaning his weight on his arm, he captured her attention with his blazing blue stare. His fingers tugged open the satin bow at the collar.
    A shiver raked down her spine and raised goosebumps on her arms. His mouth followed his fingers down the front of her gown and cool air rushed across her feverish skin. A spurt of uncertainty asserted itself. “I can't do this.”
    “Easy, lass.” His voice was thick with desire.
    A tiny, nagging voice chided her for thinking she could take on a man of Iaen's attitude, but she pushed it aside. When he eased the neckline down to expose her breasts, she shook with a fresh tremor of lust.
    “ Yes ,” she said on a sharp intake of air. The tension grew as his tongue swept over her nipple. She closed her eyes and sagged back into the softness of the bed.
    He transferred his attention to her other breast, each movement of his mouth sent cascading waves of arousal through her.
    Keeping a steady hand on her waist, he rose to his impressive height. Her breath caught in her throat when he pulled off his plaid, then unbelted his tunic. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God . She watched him raise his tunic over his head.
    The display of defined muscle about sent her running for the door. “You deserve better,” she thought out loud. He caught her before she'd made it two steps across the stone floor.
    He held her firmly to him, kissing her shoulder, letting the fear subside as he drew her back into the passionate haze swirling around them. Tangled in the voluminous cloth of the nightgown, she was at his mercy and caving to the desire with each brush of his lips.
    The words he spoke against her hair were lost beneath the myriad of sensations assaulting her. His erection throbbed against her. Her damp folds begged for his cock. “I want you.”
    Since when have I ever wanted a man? Never. They wanted her to work off a hormonal edge or because they thought sex was part of a relationship.
    “A moment, lass.” He pushed her gown down so it puddled around her feet. Keeping her in place with an arm around her waist, she felt him fumble with something behind her. His hand skimmed down her belly and he splayed his fingers above the thatch of curls at the juncture of her thighs.
    Her knees dipped when he shifted his hand lower to cup her femininity. He teased and toyed with her clit until her legs quaked. Ready to demand sex from him, she let out a low moan when he eased a finger into her soaking vagina.
    The crushing crescendo gripped her when he freed his penis. She gasped as he nestled his erection between her ass cheeks. His finger plunged into her. His lips never left her skin.
    Then, when she was on the brink of a mind-blowing climax, the onslaught stopped. “No.” Ready to claw his eyes out for leaving her like this, she turned and wrapped her arms around him.
    “Get thee to bed.”
    Dazed, Jenny blinked several times. The pulsing throb in her core beat down to her toes. “Don't stop.”
    She raised her eyes to meet his and the strength of his gaze reached inside of her, beyond mere lust to something much deeper. A primal need she'd never seen before stared back at her.
    “Bed,” he said and pointed to mussed