His Captive by Cosby Diana J

Author:Cosby, Diana J. [Cosby, Diana J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2011-03-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Sensitized beyond belief and shaking with unspent pressure pulsing through her body, Nichola pushed up on her elbows. The breeze scraped across her skin with a pleasurable ache. She turned toward the voice. “Someone is nearby!”

“Shhh,” he whispered.

“I know my arrow hit the roebuck in the chest. Look around. It should be nearby,” another man yelled, from farther away.

Embarrassed, she gazed to where Alexander’s finger had stilled within her, the pressure inside her making her want to scream. Awareness of what they’d done, what she’d allowed him to do swamped her. Worse, even now, with shame washing through her, she wanted him.

Nichola pulled free of his imitate touch and tugged her gown against her body with shaky hands. “What if we are caught?”

“We will not be.” Alexander cursed as he helped her don her gown. He surveyed the woods. “We will go to my chamber.”

“No—I—this.” She looked away. “It is wrong.” However much she wanted him, with her body aching for him to finish what he’d begun, she couldn’t allow further intimacy between them.

He caught her chin in his hand with a tenderness that made her ache. “No, Nichola,” he said, his eyes still storming with unspent passion. “We have but begun.”

Ashamed, she tried to break free.

Alexander’s hold remained gentle yet firm, his gaze relentless. “With you trembling from my touch, tell me you do not want me.”

His deep, sensual voice sent another wave of desire rolling through her body.

He drew her palm up and stroked his tongue across the soft center; she shuddered in response. “Tell me.”

“I cannot.” But Mary help her, she wanted to. And to beg him to lay her down upon the leaf-strewn ground and finish what he’d begun, bringing her much needed relief.

The pulse at the base of his neck throbbed in an erratic beat. He remained still. A testament to his control. “I am sorry to leave your body aching with the wanting. It would not be how I would be choosing.” A stick snapped nearby. He glared toward the sound, then he turned back to her. “For now we have no choice.”

Heat crept up her face as he spoke with accuracy of her body’s distress. Never had she experienced such turmoil, a sense of floating between some kind of a half heaven, half hell, with promises of something wondrous.

No, it wasn’t wondrous, it was reprehensible. She’d almost given Alexander her virginity.

In the forest, footsteps crunching on leaves echoed closer.

Alexander cursed, took her hand, and began to walk toward Lochshire Castle, saving her from the necessity of a response.

Unsure how to undo the intimacy she’d allowed, she remained silent. As much as she wanted him, her innocence would be given to the man she would one day marry. To the man she loved.

A shake of a thick-fir limb was her only warning before a man stepped out from behind the foliage in front of her. She almost screamed, then recognized Alexander’s sinfully handsome brother, Duncan, carrying a bow.

He spotted them and halted. His brow raised.

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