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anticipation.
    “Mayhap we should.” H e reached over and lifted her chin gently and brushed his thumb along her bottom lip. She closed her eyes, feeling a tingle run through her as she eagerly waited. “But this time, we need te try it slower so we can both see if we feel anythin’,” he told her.
    “I agree ,” she said, holding her breath. And then his soft lips feather-kissed hers, teasing and taunting her in unspoken persuasion. She let her breath out with a sigh and leaned forward slightly, wanting more. His mouth came down upon hers again, but this time his lips caressed hers like a lover. She felt as if she were melting as he pulled her closer into his strong arms and their bodies melded to one. This kiss was not like the first, nor like the one in the stable. This one was slow and sensuous and made her feel so alive. The warmth of his uneven breathing against her cheek sent an exciting tingle flitting across her skin. She felt safe within his embrace, as if she were encompassed in some sort of protective cocoon.
    And when he pulled away a little, she brought her lips back to his, and they rejoined like a bee to a flower, their mouths hungrily devouring each other. There was no doubt in her mind now that he was feeling the same excitement that she felt between them.
    “Ye taste so guid and yer skin is so soft , lassie.” He dipped in for another kiss, and she didn’t object.
    “So do ye,” she said with her lips up against his. And to her surprise, his tongue shot out and quickly slipped between her parted lips, and he filled her mouth as he continued to explore. She felt excited, curious, and at the same time apprehensive. This must be one of those things he did to drive the lassies crazy. She realized a part of him was inside her right now, and that sent an overwhelming sense of elation flowing through her.
    His hands slowly slipped down her shoulders, hesitating for a second before grazing the sides of her breasts. She longed for him to touch her there. She needed to feel his fingers caressing her womanly parts. She could barely wait.
    “Do it,” she whispered, and he stopped suddenly.
    “Ye ken this isna right,” he said, his lips against hers as he spoke.
    “Ye ken it is,” she whispered back. And this time when they kissed, he caressed her breasts, gently at first and then a bit rougher, squeezing and weighing her mounds in his large hands. A moan lodge at the back of his throat, and she heard herself moaning with desire along with him. His fingers felt her nipples right through her clothes, and she gasped and opened her mouth wider, her body arching as she pressed her breasts forward. Then his finger lightly traced the neckline of her bodice, and his hand dipped inside, as he slipped his fingers around her naked breast, cupping her. This action triggered a pulsing sensation between her legs that she’d never felt before.
    “Ye seem te like this,” he said in between kisses, as his experienced fingers played with her nipple and she felt it going erect. She arched toward him more and almost lost her balance, moving her hand to catch herself and accidentally touching his groin in the process. She felt him jerk backward, his actions slowing slightly, and then she heard him moan in pleasure again as he started to grow beneath his plaid. That gave her the courage to explore further, and before she knew what she was doing, she was caressing that glorious length of his right through his clothes. That same part of him, that is, that she’d seen exposed in the stable.
    “Kyla, if ye keep thet up, I willna be able te control meself much longer.”
    “Then dinna hold back.” She removed her hand from his groin, and daringly slid it up his bare leg, pushing up his plaid and slipping her hand beneath it. She gasped when she felt his engorged manhood and realized he wasn’t wearing any braies. Her fingers caressed him faster, squeezing him slightly, delighted in the feel of silk over steel. She ran