Page 104 of Ruined By the Ruthless Highlander
His free hand slid up to the back of her head. His fingers curled into her hair, tugging slightly so that her chin rose, and his tongue dove deeper into her mouth.
Marian’s stomach warmed with a feeling she had never felt before, and she kissed him back desperately. Her tongue danced against his, hungry to taste more of him as her back arched against his hand.
Her body quivered with unfamiliar sensations, and his hand traveled lower, coming to rest against the small of her back. His large palm squeezed softly as he deepened the kiss, as though he were learning the shape of her body.
Marian felt a shiver run through her. Her head felt light. She wanted to push him away, but her body leaned closer instead, her chest pressing against his until she could feel it heave.
Her hands moved. First to his neck as she anchored herself in their kiss, and then to the firm muscles of his back. She felt hismuscles flex beneath her touch as her fingers trailed a path down his back.
Then her body stiffened.
What am I doing?
Her heart was pounding wildly against her ribs, skipping more than a beat as her chest heated up.
This is wrong.
But none of it felt wrong. In fact, nothing had ever felt more right. And that, in itself, terrified her.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Marian pulled back suddenly, nearly stumbling as she tore her lips from his.
Her chest heaved as Lachlan watched her, his eyes darkening as they burned a fiery trail down her body.
She bit her lip and stepped closer again, as though an invisible string drew her to him.
Somewhere between their ravenous kisses, she must have pulled open the front of his tunic. Her eyes fell to his chest, and she swallowed, her fingers aching to draw a line down the middle until she reached his?—
Goodness, Marian.
She looked away quickly, her cheeks flushing at the impropriety of her thoughts.
Lachlan breathed heavily, his eyes flashing as he walked toward her. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, and something about the quiet intensity of the moment loosened the armor she had worn her entire life.
Perhaps…
Marian threw her head back, exposing her neck to his lips as he kissed his way down the sides, stopping at her clavicle.
“Marian,” he groaned against her skin, the sound reverberating through her, and she swallowed. “I would love to show ye somethin’.”
Marian swallowed and nodded before she could give it any further thought, her lower lip catching between her teeth.
Lachlan released her hands, and they instantly went around his neck, anchoring her to him as he lifted her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall, burying his head into the crook of her neck.
“Lachlan…” His name escaped her lips, and she wasn’t sure if it was a protest or a moan.
He hummed against her. Then he looked up, his dark eyes piercing into hers, and she knew instantly that she could trust him.
She raked her fingers through his long brown hair, pulling on it as he trailed kisses down her clavicle. Her dress slipped off her shoulders, and she felt his muscles flex at the sight, a low groan escaping him.
Lachlan took her lips again. He kissed her, and she kissed him back, deeper this time, clawing at his back.
He allowed her to tear his tunic off.
Her fingers moved tentatively, trailing slowly from his hairy chest to the hard, ripped muscles that lined his abdomen.
Marian felt wetness pooling between her legs. Her whole body tingled with a sensation she’d never felt before.
