Page 20 of An Enchanted Knight

Gwen wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss him. Admittedly, she found him attractive, and it would be fun, but at the same time, there was something that didn’t feel right.

Taking her by the shoulders, he leaned forward, his lips barely touching hers. Gwen was about to push away when a clap of thunder caused them both to jump.

At the second boom from the skies, the horses took off at a gallop heading for the stables, leaving them stranded.

Dark clouds began rolling in and Gwen stifled an amused hysterical outburst of laughter at nature helping to make the kiss less awkward. “I think we should make a run for it. It looks like a mean storm.”

They’d barely begun the trek back to the house when Miles appeared driving a golf cart.

He pointed back toward the stables. “I was near when the horses raced past,” he explained, his gaze moving over them. “Was either of you hurt?”

Both shook their heads and climbed onto the golf cart.

The golf cart’s cover was no match for the rain, and by the time Gwen made her way inside and to her bedroom, she was drenched.

“So much for a day of riding,” she grumbled, peeling off her coat and letting it drip from a hanger in the bathroom.

Derrick had gone home, promising to return for dinner after he’d changed. For some reason Gwen felt ill at ease about the kiss they’d exchanged. It was silly of course, they were both single, there was nothing more to it than flirtation on his part. Then there was the fact he was handsome, titled, and rich. What else could a girl want?

He wasn’t Tristan.

In her bathroom, after she peeled the rest of the soaked clothing, she dried off with a large fluffy towel, letting the water run until it warmed. Once the stream of water grew hot, she washed off her ruined make-up and blotted her face dry. When she looked back up into the mirror, she a startled yelp escaped.

Tristan McRainey stood right behind her.

She swung around to face him and admonish him for scaring her, but before she could utter a word, his mouth took hers in a savage kiss.

The way he held her, his lips claimed hers, confirmed, beyond a doubt, Tristan was no ghost.

His hard body against hers, warm lips covering hers and tongue circling with hers, all real. Oh yes, very real.

His body was warm and solid, thick and muscular. He smelled of moss and pine and tasted like spice and wine. Every single one of her senses were filled to overflowing. The towel fell, the only reason she realized it was the warmth of his hands on her bare skin, when he cupped her bottom, lifting her intimately against him.

No man could evoke such a response from her with but a kiss. There was no reason for it, no sense to it, but in that moment, Gwen knew she had to be with him. She needed to claim him and make him hers.

“Make love to me, Tristan.”

Her words cut through the fog of his anger and want. When he’d seen her kissing the young McRainey, he’d lost his temper which seemed to have caused the storm. He was tipping to the point of no return.

The enchantress had to fall in love with him, it was the only way for him to escape, but at the same time, he wanted her to for other unexplainable reasons.

Her breath came in short pants, her lips nibbled deliciously on his neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. No doubt she desired him. Would behaving like a cad help or hurt his chance at claiming her heart?

Gwyneth began to pull at his clothing and succeeding in removing his tunic. When they separated just enough for her to pull it over his head and their gazes met, he drowned in the dark pools. Desire took control. He finished undressing while she touched and titillated him, until his entire body vibrated with want.

They clashed again. He no longer pondered the outcome, her velvety soft flesh all-consuming under his lips, his hands. When they reached her bed, they fell into it, not breaking their kiss.

The alluring woman lay atop him without inhibitions, the most alluring thing ever. Those fingers marked a wonderful trail down his chest, her tongue followed closely behind, circling and nipping. Her delicious mouth made him unable to do more than moan and grunt, straining not to come before even entering her.

Her torture continued as she slid down his body toward his mid-section, leaving his flesh quivering in anticipation. When she began to flick her tongue around the engorged head of his cock, his hips thrust forward of their own accord, and he fisted the bed covering, fighting again not to finish.

Acknowledging that he could not take much more, she moved back over him. He immediately took advantage, rolling her over, their bodies pressed together. While he feasted on her lips, her hands to travel down his back cupping his buttocks. So much he wanted to do, prolong the moment forever.

She gasped when he took her nipple into his mouth, suckling, enjoying her movements under him.

“You’re amazing,” she gasped. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Tristan liked her boldness, and he smiled at her. “I must have you now.”