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her hand along his entire shaft, feeling a drop of moisture when she cupped her palm over his tip.
    “Och, lassie, ye are pushin’ me te me limits.” He lay back and pulled her atop him, and before she knew what was happening, he’d exposed one of her breasts and was putting his mouth on her. As he suckled her like a bairn to a wet-nurse, she cried out, pushing herself further into his mouth, all the while filled with desire and elation. So this is how it felt to be tasted by Ian MacKeefe. He made circles with his tongue around her hardened nipple, and tugged at her gently with his lips. She squealed in excitement, finally knowing what she’d been missing all these years.
    “Ian, I want ye,” she cried out. “Make love te me, please.”
    And when his hands skimmed the back of her thighs and found their way beneath her skirts, she knew there was no stopping this now, and neither did she want there to be. His fingers grabbed roughly at her buttocks and he thrust his hips forward, and she found herself grinding against his hardened length right through his woolen plaid. And then something happened that she never expected, she climbed to heights she’d never known and found release just from being pressed up against him. Her world exploded in vibrant colors behind her closed lids, and she heard herself screaming out cries of passion.
    “A ye, this is guid,” she shouted, wanting to tell the whole world. “I finally ken what it feels like te be a woman.”
    “Aye,” she heard him say. “Ye are more o’ a woman than I e’er imagined , Kyla.”
    “ I am no’ jest Aidan’s wee sister now,” she exclaimed, sure she was about to finally couple with a man for the first time in her life. But when those words left her mouth, he stopped fondling her and pulled his hands away. It was then that she knew she’d made a big mistake by mentioning the name of her brother.
    He rolled her off his body and sat up, staring at her and shaking his head.
    “What’s the matter?” she asked frantically. “Why did ye stop?”
    “Kyla . . . are ye a virgin?” he asked. His eyes squinted slightly as he perused her.
    “O’ course I am. Ye ken thet. ”
    “Och, I wasna sure.” He shook his head again.
    “Ye did na ken I was a virgin?” she asked. “Why no’?”
    “Becooz y e are twenty years old, lassie. I didna think anyone thet old was still a virgin. I ne’er shoulda touched ye.”
    “Well, ye have me br athair, Aidan, te thank fer thet! He ne’er let any man have the chance te touch me, as he always scared them away.”
    “Aidan,” he repeated and made a face, his eyes staring into the fire. Then his hands balled up into fists and he threw back his head and let out a scream. “Arrrrgh, what the hell did I jest do?”
    “Ye kissed me and almost coupled with me,” she told him. “And ye felt somethin’ the same as I did.” She pulled her clothes back into place and scooted close to him on the ground and put her hand on his arm. She felt his muscles beneath her fingers tighten. When she looked up to his face his eyes were closed, and his mouth was clenched so hard that she saw a muscle twitch in his jaw.
    “I am . . . so . . . damned sorry,” he whispered. He couldn’t even look at her any more.
    “Dinna be. We both wanted it. And we both want so much more.”
    “Nay!” He pushed her arm off of him and jumped up and walked to the other side of the fire and started pacing. “Ye tricked me inte it and I got caught up in the moment, nothin’ more. It didna mean anythin’ at all.”
    “Ye were hard beneath yer plaid. Yer body disna lie.”
    “Nay, I dinna want ye, now jest leave me alone and dinna try te bewitch me again.”
    “Is thet what ye think I was doin’?”
     
    Ian finally turned to face Kyla, and when he did he saw the tears in her eyes. But she kept a firm-set jaw and Ian knew she was too hard-headed to allow herself to cry in front of him. She wouldn’t. He knew her all too well. She’d