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future kinsman, I believe it is."
She glared her ire—but could find no argument within her—save one.
“Jamie loves me."
"He loves what lies between your thighs."
Sabrina's eyes widened at his bluntness. "You are crude!" she gasped. "And
you are wrong, for Jamie
does
love me."
He made a sound of disgust. "You mistake love for lust, lady."
Resentment and rage simmered inside her. "I need none such as you to protect
my virtue."
"Virtue?" His lip curled. "You have none."
"And who are you to judge? Who are you to know of a woman's wants? Ah, but I
forget." She mocked him as he mocked her. "You’ve been to France and so you know
all there is to know of love."
He gazed at her with thinly veiled disapproval. "You are as unmanageable as
ever. Your father should have curbed your wildness long ago."
Her eyes narrowed. "How dare you speak to me so!”
“You would dare speak ill of me… if I let you."
A sudden burst of recklessness washed over her. "You could not stop me!" she
taunted.
Aye, and unwisely. Indeed, oh, so unwisely… for all at once he seized her by
the shoulders.
He stared down at her, an unmistakable glint in his eye. "Ah," he said
softly, "but I do believe I could." He smiled, a smile that sent a chill to
every corner of her heart. "I find I’m curious, Sabrina. What wicked ways have
you learned as a woman?"
Sabrina suppressed a shiver. She
had
curbed her wickedness.
Regardless of what Ian thought, Papa had seen to that.
But she would not yield, not to him. "What would you know of a woman's wants?
You may exceed Jamie in years, my Highland prince"—the childhood nickname she'd
had for him came ready to the fore, emerging without conscious remembrance; only
now it was a jeer, and she tossed her head boldly—"but I daresay Jamie is far
more skilled in the arts of pleasing a woman."
Had she known what the insult to his manhood might provoke, she would never
have taunted him.
"Ah, but he is just a boy, Sabrina. And he gave to you the kiss of a boy. But
this"—his hands tightened on her shoulders—"this is the kiss of a man."
He took her wholly by surprise. Sabrina had no chance to prepare herself. No
chance to evade him. He'd said he would not hurt her… but one terrifying glimpse
of his eyes, glittering and blazing, and she feared she was wrong.
His mouth came down on hers, hard and consuming. He kissed her with ruthless
intimacy, parting her lips with the demand of his.
Her hands came up between them. She sought to push him away, but he was as
immovable as a pillar of stone. A tiny whimper, a sound of protest, escaped
her.
He raised his head. She felt the touch of his eyes like the slash of a
sword-point. "What, Sabrina! Do I rob you of your sport as he robbed you of your
virginity?"
His arrogance knew no bounds. "He robbed me of nothing. What he took was mine
to give… and freely given!"
Time swung away while each tested the resolve they found in the other's eyes.
And then he did what she did not expect, not in a thousand years.
His arm clamped hard about her back. He pulled her full and tight against
him. They were welded together from breast to belly, the softness of her thighs
wedged against his own. Lean fingers tangled in her hair, turning her mouth up
to his…
He kissed her anew.
Aye, he kissed her anew… but now he sought to please where before he'd sought
to tame. A little shock went through her, and suddenly Sabrina was seized with a
far deeper fear.
His kiss was so very different than Jamie's, she thought with a shiver.
Jamie's was sweetly worshipful, while Ian's was heady and persuasive and
strangely erotic. Aye, she decided hazily, 'twas so very different…
Yet not distasteful.
She struggled against an insidious pleasure. Deep in her heart she was
appalled that she could feel such a thing with this man—she was appalled at both
of them! She could feel the rhythm of his heart drumming hard against her own.
She gave a little
She glared her ire—but could find no argument within her—save one.
“Jamie loves me."
"He loves what lies between your thighs."
Sabrina's eyes widened at his bluntness. "You are crude!" she gasped. "And
you are wrong, for Jamie
does
love me."
He made a sound of disgust. "You mistake love for lust, lady."
Resentment and rage simmered inside her. "I need none such as you to protect
my virtue."
"Virtue?" His lip curled. "You have none."
"And who are you to judge? Who are you to know of a woman's wants? Ah, but I
forget." She mocked him as he mocked her. "You’ve been to France and so you know
all there is to know of love."
He gazed at her with thinly veiled disapproval. "You are as unmanageable as
ever. Your father should have curbed your wildness long ago."
Her eyes narrowed. "How dare you speak to me so!”
“You would dare speak ill of me… if I let you."
A sudden burst of recklessness washed over her. "You could not stop me!" she
taunted.
Aye, and unwisely. Indeed, oh, so unwisely… for all at once he seized her by
the shoulders.
He stared down at her, an unmistakable glint in his eye. "Ah," he said
softly, "but I do believe I could." He smiled, a smile that sent a chill to
every corner of her heart. "I find I’m curious, Sabrina. What wicked ways have
you learned as a woman?"
Sabrina suppressed a shiver. She
had
curbed her wickedness.
Regardless of what Ian thought, Papa had seen to that.
But she would not yield, not to him. "What would you know of a woman's wants?
You may exceed Jamie in years, my Highland prince"—the childhood nickname she'd
had for him came ready to the fore, emerging without conscious remembrance; only
now it was a jeer, and she tossed her head boldly—"but I daresay Jamie is far
more skilled in the arts of pleasing a woman."
Had she known what the insult to his manhood might provoke, she would never
have taunted him.
"Ah, but he is just a boy, Sabrina. And he gave to you the kiss of a boy. But
this"—his hands tightened on her shoulders—"this is the kiss of a man."
He took her wholly by surprise. Sabrina had no chance to prepare herself. No
chance to evade him. He'd said he would not hurt her… but one terrifying glimpse
of his eyes, glittering and blazing, and she feared she was wrong.
His mouth came down on hers, hard and consuming. He kissed her with ruthless
intimacy, parting her lips with the demand of his.
Her hands came up between them. She sought to push him away, but he was as
immovable as a pillar of stone. A tiny whimper, a sound of protest, escaped
her.
He raised his head. She felt the touch of his eyes like the slash of a
sword-point. "What, Sabrina! Do I rob you of your sport as he robbed you of your
virginity?"
His arrogance knew no bounds. "He robbed me of nothing. What he took was mine
to give… and freely given!"
Time swung away while each tested the resolve they found in the other's eyes.
And then he did what she did not expect, not in a thousand years.
His arm clamped hard about her back. He pulled her full and tight against
him. They were welded together from breast to belly, the softness of her thighs
wedged against his own. Lean fingers tangled in her hair, turning her mouth up
to his…
He kissed her anew.
Aye, he kissed her anew… but now he sought to please where before he'd sought
to tame. A little shock went through her, and suddenly Sabrina was seized with a
far deeper fear.
His kiss was so very different than Jamie's, she thought with a shiver.
Jamie's was sweetly worshipful, while Ian's was heady and persuasive and
strangely erotic. Aye, she decided hazily, 'twas so very different…
Yet not distasteful.
She struggled against an insidious pleasure. Deep in her heart she was
appalled that she could feel such a thing with this man—she was appalled at both
of them! She could feel the rhythm of his heart drumming hard against her own.
She gave a little
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