Page 30 of Fearless Heart
Lillia sat with Heath daunted by his silence. She watched the dimming glow of the embers until he doused it. “Will you not greet me?”
He turned his serious expression on her. “I shall, but not here.” Heath took her hand and yanked her to her feet. “Come with me.”
Lillia rushed to keep up with him. She reveled at his touch even though it was somewhat forceful. He led her to the pines beyond the hills. She listened to the sounds of the last summer insects. Usually such a sound lightened her, but not this night.
If only there wasn’t such tenseness between them, she might have enjoyed the sojourn into the woods. He ceased walking when they reached the dark, shadowed tree trunks.
“Are you going to yell at me?” She almost laughed for his mood was that of a reprimanding sort. He wore the same expression her father did when he had to punish her.
“Nay, I just wanted privacy,” his voice brusque.
“This night reminds me of that night, when you first kissed me. I cannot believe you don’t remember it for—”
He snapped. “Of course I remember it.” Heath stood close and Lillia barely saw him in the obscurity.
“You lied when you told me you hadn’t.”
“I’m not the only one lying.” His voice deepened and sent a shiver through her.
Lillia frowned at his tone. “What do you mean by that?” He clasped her hand and yanked her forward and she fell against his hard chest. “Why would you speak an untruth about remembering that night?” She hoped to distract him and wasn’t doing a fair job at it.
“You tempted me then.”
“And now?” she dared to ask.
“You still tempt me. Aye, you’re a temptress, set on maddening me at every turn.” He sounded annoyed, much like her father had when she tested him. “I’m not good at resisting you, Sweetness.”
His words nearly burst her chest. There was hope at gaining his heart. Lillia thought about her earlier discussion with the ladies and decided this was not the time for words. She pressed against his hard body and perused her hands along his firm arms.
The feeling of his strength marveled her. She held his face and brought him forward for a kiss. When his lips touched hers, she moaned. The rawness of her desire for him shot like fire through her. The sensation was akin to nothing she’d ever felt.
His mouth moved over hers, teasing, taunting, tasting. She couldn’t get enough of his kisses. Lillia unfastened his tartan and untied the strings of his tunic. The firmness of his chest lured her fingers. She caressed him and continued to meet the passion of his kisses.
Bravely, her hands meandered over his body until she reached his belt. She quickly dislodged it and slid the fabric of his tartan from his hips.
Lillia pulled from his grasp and wanted to view his beautiful body. But the dimness prevented her from seeing all of him. She pulled her overdress over her head as well as her undergarment.
“I feel good when I’m with you, as if what’s between us is right.” Standing naked before him, she held out her arms. “I’m yours, Heath. Take me.” She waited for him to step forward, to claim her as she was wont.
When he yanked her from her feet, she gasped. He set her upon his discarded tartan and joined her. Lillia pushed him back and sat astride on his legs. His strong legs felt like stone beneath the soft flesh of her thighs. Their position thronged her heart.
“I cannot resist you, Sweetness, never could.”
“Nor I you, Heath. You’re extremely handsome.” She smoothed her hands over his body and felt his need pressing her backside. She took his hard length and set it in place. How she wanted him, wanted to feel again the sensation of him within her. He shifted his body until they joined.
She groaned at the sensation of him filling her. But when she raised her body, the shock of pleasure was nearly enough to send her to the end. “I need you, want you … there.”
Heath pulled her face to his and kissed longingly. The desire in his kiss and the pulsing of his sex caused a shattering aura to course through her. Lillia squeezed her legs and squealed at the most abrupt, shocking pleasure. She continued to jut over him, meeting his thrusts. Their bodies clashed in the madness of thorough mindless desire. Lillia couldn’t control the rash, hastiness of longing that overtook her.
The intensity of their joining turned her breath shallow. She leaned forward and tightened her hold on him. Heath ceased moving and yanked her to his chest and held her hips. The guttural sound from his lips told her he’d gone to the height of passion.
She grinned and was prideful she’d brought him to such a place. There might be a chance at winning his heart after all. More riveting sensations pulsed through her and she squealed at the intensity of the culmination. With a rasped breath, she whispered, “I love this.” Lillia wanted to profess her love for him, but wouldn’t until she was certain of his feelings for her.
His breath slowed, and she kept touching and ensuring him of her affection. It seemed to her that he’d gone through a tortuous event and it fascinated her. She loved the sentiment of his heart beating fiercely against her cheek. He grabbed her hands and kept her from her deliberate exploration. She flattened her palm over the firmness of his chest and sighed. He was flawless in his body, utter masculine perfection.
“Sweetness, if ye keep that up, you’ll end up on your back.”
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, “Is that a promise?”