Her Wicked Scot by Christina Phillips

Author:Christina Phillips [Phillips, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780645158410
Publisher: Phoenix 18 Publishing

Chapter 18

Ewan sucked in a deep breath. He would not rush this. They had all night. And although it should make no difference to him in this political marriage, he couldn’t help the savage satisfaction in knowing that whatever feelings Rohan harbored about Briana, she didn’t return them.

The bindings around their wrists were quaint, but they hindered his intentions. Without taking his gaze from her, he loosened the knots.

“Freedom.” She raised her arm and gave him a sardonic smile. He threaded his fingers through hers and tugged her close.

“Not tonight.” Lust thickened his words and her eyes darkened. It was all the encouragement he needed. He swept her into his arms and her gasp of shock, as she wound her arm around his neck, arrowed straight to his groin.

“I’m quite capable of walking.” Her protest only fueled the fire in his blood, as he opened the door to her bedchamber and kicked it shut behind them. Candles flickered and flames burned high in the hearth, giving plenty of light to see Briana’s face. “There’s no need to try and charm me with your brute warrior strength.”

He laughed and tightened his hold on her. “So you confess that I charm you?”

“I said try.”

“Fear not. I shall continue until I succeed in this mission.”

“You’re very sure of yourself.” But despite the note of condemnation in her voice, a smile curved her lips. God, her lips. He could not wait to taste them again. And why the hell was he waiting? She was his bride. He could kiss her whenever he desired.

Warning flickered in the back of his mind, but it was faint, and it was easy to ignore when Briana was in his arms, and her fingers were gently tangling in his hair. She tilted her head, a provocative invitation, and he didn’t even try to resist.

Her lips parted beneath his, and their kiss was sweeter, and more potent, than even the one they had shared in the church. His groan vibrated in their mouths, throughout his whole body, until all he could hear was its frustrated echo in his mind.

She pulled back, breaking their kiss, and her uneven breath was a torturous caress. Primitive need throbbed, and it took all his considerable willpower not to lay her on the bed, lift her skirts, and take her like the brute warrior she had just accused him of being.

The image seared his brain, and the way she trailed her fingers along his jaw scrambled his senses. So damn tempting. But this was his wedding night, with the woman he had never dared believe could be his. And since she would be his for only a short time, he was going to make the most of it.

Even if it all but killed him.

He turned his back on the bed and strode over to the hearth, before slowly releasing her, and her luscious body slid along his in a sensuous whisper of immeasurable promise.

As he cupped her face, incomprehension glowed in her beautiful eyes. “You

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