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her neck, and her mouth, then moved her into a prone position. He kissed her with mounting passion.
But after only a moment, Kay pushed him away. “Ian, stop! We can’t. Not
here
! Someone might come in.”
“No, they won’t.”
“Maude might, or Malcolm. To clear away the tea things.”
He laughed dismissively. But, nonetheless, he got up and walked over to the door set in the wall, to the right of the fireplace. This led to the main house.
Risk, Kay thought. He loves taking risks, taking awful chances. It excites him. And I mustn’t fight him now. He wants to make love … I must seize this moment.
She heard him locking the door, and his footsteps echoing on the terra-cotta tiles as he came back to her.
Ian knelt on the floor next to Kay. He took her face in both of his hands, brought his lips to hers gently, gave her a light kiss.
“What about the French doors?” she asked, pulling away, glancing worriedly toward the terrace.
“Nobody’s going to be out in this weather, for God’s sake! There’s a snowstorm brewing!”
He doesn’t care, she thought. He doesn’t care if someone sees us through the windows. Or walks in. But she knew this wouldn’t happen. He was right. Everyone was snowbound tonight, safe in their homes. His mother down the hill in the Dower House; his sister, Fiona, ensconced in her cottage by the loch; John Lanark and his family secure in the estate manager’s house close by the Home Farm. No one would venture out unless there was an emergency.
Ian had taken off her cardigan and white silk blouse, and was fumbling with the hooks on her bra. She helped him unfasten it, then reached out for him, pulled himinto her arms. They fell back on the rug together, and she kissed him hard, deeply. He responded with ardor, and then almost immediately he sat up, pulled off his sweater, struggled out of his shirt, threw them impatiently to one side.
Kay followed suit, and within a few seconds they were both completely undressed, naked on the rug in front of the fire. Ian sat back on his haunches, looking down at her. She never failed to stir his blood. She was such a beautiful woman, tall, slender, long limbed; and her skin was pale as ivory. But now, in the firelight, it had taken on a golden glow and her red hair was like a burnished halo around her narrow face. How very blue her eyes were, riveted on his.
Staring back at him, Kay saw the intensity in his luminous hazel eyes, twin reflections of her own filled with mounting desire. She lifted her arms up to him.
In answer, he stretched himself on top of her. How perfectly we fit together, he thought.
“I want you,” she whispered against his neck, and her long, tapering fingers went up into his hair. “Take me, take me.”
He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he also wanted to prolong their lovemaking. Sometimes it was too quick. He was too quick. Tonight he had the great need to savor her, to pleasure her, before he took his own pleasure with her.
And so he kissed her very slowly, almost languorously, and thrilled when her mouth opened under his. He felt her tongue groping for his, and he was more inflamed than ever.
As he began to caress her breasts, her hands moved down over his broad back, settled on his buttocks. Smoothing his hand up along her leg, he slipped it between her thighs; her soft sighs increased as he finally touched thatdamp, warm, welcoming place. She arched her body, then fell back, moaning.
Now he could hardly contain himself and he parted her legs and entered her swiftly, no longer able to resist her.
Kay began to move frantically against him, her hands tightly gripping his shoulders, her whole body radiating heat and a desire for him he had not seen in her before. Excited beyond endurance, he felt every fiber of his being exploding as he tumbled into her warmth, and she welcomed him ecstatically.
————
WILLIAM ANDREWS, WHO INHERITED Lochcraigie on the death of his bachelor uncle, had a
But after only a moment, Kay pushed him away. “Ian, stop! We can’t. Not
here
! Someone might come in.”
“No, they won’t.”
“Maude might, or Malcolm. To clear away the tea things.”
He laughed dismissively. But, nonetheless, he got up and walked over to the door set in the wall, to the right of the fireplace. This led to the main house.
Risk, Kay thought. He loves taking risks, taking awful chances. It excites him. And I mustn’t fight him now. He wants to make love … I must seize this moment.
She heard him locking the door, and his footsteps echoing on the terra-cotta tiles as he came back to her.
Ian knelt on the floor next to Kay. He took her face in both of his hands, brought his lips to hers gently, gave her a light kiss.
“What about the French doors?” she asked, pulling away, glancing worriedly toward the terrace.
“Nobody’s going to be out in this weather, for God’s sake! There’s a snowstorm brewing!”
He doesn’t care, she thought. He doesn’t care if someone sees us through the windows. Or walks in. But she knew this wouldn’t happen. He was right. Everyone was snowbound tonight, safe in their homes. His mother down the hill in the Dower House; his sister, Fiona, ensconced in her cottage by the loch; John Lanark and his family secure in the estate manager’s house close by the Home Farm. No one would venture out unless there was an emergency.
Ian had taken off her cardigan and white silk blouse, and was fumbling with the hooks on her bra. She helped him unfasten it, then reached out for him, pulled himinto her arms. They fell back on the rug together, and she kissed him hard, deeply. He responded with ardor, and then almost immediately he sat up, pulled off his sweater, struggled out of his shirt, threw them impatiently to one side.
Kay followed suit, and within a few seconds they were both completely undressed, naked on the rug in front of the fire. Ian sat back on his haunches, looking down at her. She never failed to stir his blood. She was such a beautiful woman, tall, slender, long limbed; and her skin was pale as ivory. But now, in the firelight, it had taken on a golden glow and her red hair was like a burnished halo around her narrow face. How very blue her eyes were, riveted on his.
Staring back at him, Kay saw the intensity in his luminous hazel eyes, twin reflections of her own filled with mounting desire. She lifted her arms up to him.
In answer, he stretched himself on top of her. How perfectly we fit together, he thought.
“I want you,” she whispered against his neck, and her long, tapering fingers went up into his hair. “Take me, take me.”
He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he also wanted to prolong their lovemaking. Sometimes it was too quick. He was too quick. Tonight he had the great need to savor her, to pleasure her, before he took his own pleasure with her.
And so he kissed her very slowly, almost languorously, and thrilled when her mouth opened under his. He felt her tongue groping for his, and he was more inflamed than ever.
As he began to caress her breasts, her hands moved down over his broad back, settled on his buttocks. Smoothing his hand up along her leg, he slipped it between her thighs; her soft sighs increased as he finally touched thatdamp, warm, welcoming place. She arched her body, then fell back, moaning.
Now he could hardly contain himself and he parted her legs and entered her swiftly, no longer able to resist her.
Kay began to move frantically against him, her hands tightly gripping his shoulders, her whole body radiating heat and a desire for him he had not seen in her before. Excited beyond endurance, he felt every fiber of his being exploding as he tumbled into her warmth, and she welcomed him ecstatically.
————
WILLIAM ANDREWS, WHO INHERITED Lochcraigie on the death of his bachelor uncle, had a
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