By Sandy Blair
Scoundrel, seducer, Sir Ian MacKay merits to be referred to as the Thief of Hearts. but, he's a guy with a project: to come Scotland's rightful king to his ancestral throne. yet first he needs to discover the real id of the mysterious lady whose good looks and wit have dazzled the court...and why she is warding off him. Can or not it's attainable that Kate Templeton is an English undercover agent? although Ian insists that no girl has ever refused him, Kate vows to withstand his scandalous attraction. top him on a merry chase in all places Scotland is tips to guard her middle. but a passionate war of words brings them jointly at last...and the single be aware on her lips is certain.
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Come. He felt her back start to arch then; her thighs and buttocks tighten against him. Her panting was escalating. Ah, here we go. Despite the painful need to push his kilt aside, lift the back of her skirt and thrust into her from behind, he continued to merely stroke, take what pleasure he could from the feel of her velvety vagina. His time would come, but later. Kate went rigid in his arms then, the muscles of her satin sheath contracting in wee waves around his fingers, a high keen carrying his name, escaping through lovely, very puffed lips.
Her fingers wrapped around him in tentative fashion, then slid up. Groaning, he closed his fingers over her hand and squeezed. God, if she so much as breathes I'll shoot the full quiver into her hand. " He took a steadying breath and eased her hand away and back onto his chest. "Ye now ken what my hands can do. " He brought her hand to his lips and licked her palm. He then lifted her bodice and covered her delightful breasts. Seeing that the couple they'd been watching had collapsed into blissful slumber, seeing that Kate was put back together properly, that her legs were again steady, he turned her about and pushed wide the door.
Eyes round, both her hands now on the door for balance, she tipped her head, trying to see what he was about and inadvertently gave him ample access to her long neck. He brushed his lips across the smooth white flesh just beneath her jaw and she gasped, her skin pebbling. " He chuckled and stroked her earlobe before taking it into his mouth. " His lips edged lower still and he felt her pulse pound. Suspecting her neck might prove her Achilles' heel, his tongue trailed lower, then licked. She shivered.
A Thief In A Kilt by Sandy Blair