Page 64 of The Chief's Wild Promise
What if he rejected her?
What if he laughed at her?
Enough of this nonsense. Rising to her feet, she smoothed her suddenly damp palms upon her drying sheet.How could they start afresh if they continued to be so awkward around each other?Be bold. Be brave.
And so, she moved across the bedchamber and slipped beyond the screen.
26: TAKE ON THE WORLD
SHE FOUND BRAN standing in the bathtub, reaching for the drying sheet he’d placed on a stool while he bathed. And the sight of him, naked skin gleaming, red hair dark and mussed after being washed, made Makenna halt abruptly.
She must have made a noise, for Bran turned swiftly to her, his eyes widening.
Heart pounding now, she drank him in, taking in the broad strength of his shoulders, the hard, sculpted lines of his body.
Heaven help her, he was beautiful.
And as her gaze traveled down his chest and over his flat belly to his groin, she watched his shaft, which had been at half-mast when she interrupted him, rise to greet her.
Lifting her chin—heat pulsing between her thighs now—she let her drying sheet fall.
Bran whispered an oath as he stared back at her. His gaze was hot, hungry.
And her own hunger answered its call.
There was no shyness now. Only need.
She took a step toward him, and an instant later, he was out of the bathtub and hauling her into his arms.
They kissed in a frenzy, a clash of lips, tongues, and teeth. Their hands were everywhere, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside her. Suddenly, she ached for him.
“Christ, Makenna,” he rasped as his lips and teeth grazed along her jawline. “Do ye have any idea what ye do to me?”
She gave a breathy, shaky laugh. “No … show me.”
An instant later, he was on his knees on the sheepskin before her, his wicked mouth on her breasts. He sucked each nipple hard, rolling them between his teeth and tongue until she whimpered.
Wildness throbbed inside her now. She trembled against him, panting.
He pulled her down, onto the damp sheepskin, and before Makenna knew what was happening, she was on her back, and he was kissing and licking his way down her body.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Aye, this was what she craved. Bran Mackinnon set her on fire, and she wanted to burn.
He spread her legs wide then, and an instant later, his mouth was between them.
She gasped. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she watched him pleasure her. Good Lord, his lips. His tongue!
She started to tremble, her thighs jerking as hedevouredher. And when he drew the sensitive bud of flesh he found into his mouth and sucked, she squealed.
Aye,squealed.
He gave another long, languid suck, and it was too much. She shattered, hard, against his mouth.
Panting, she watched him rise from between her thighs, his grey eyes dark now. His shaft thrust beneath them, its rounded head slick with beads of moisture.
Without thinking, for she was nothing but aching, pulsing desire now, she rolled toward him. She then pushed him onto his back and took his bone-hard rod in hand.
And when her mouth closed over its leaking tip, he cursed. Loudly.