He moaned and she became aware of her hands fisting in his thick hair. Surprised at her brazen response to him, she immediately released him.

He pulled back, raising a brow. "'Tis a big tub. Mind if I join you?" Without waiting for her to answer, he stood and stepped into the tub. Pulling her legs out of the way, she caught a glimpse of muscular thighs, his erect shaft and his rippled abdomen as he sat opposite her. Oh heavens. Just a glance at him set her body on fire.

He sank into the water and sat back. "Ahh. Feels good, aye?"

She had never imagined bathing with a man before, but she supposed 'twas not much different from swimming naked in the sea with a man. She had a feeling she was going to enjoy it just as much. How shocking she was. If the maids learned of this, they'd be gossiping. But she couldn't run him off; her lust-filled body wouldn't allow her to. Damn him for bewitching her.

Reclining, he watched her with half-closed eyes. "Jessie?"

She nodded.

"What are you thinking?"

"How much I hate you."

He snorted. "Liar." He studied her intently. "You like me. You liked what we did today on that beach. And I sure as hell did."

Heat rushed over her, scalding her more completely than hot water ever could.

"Aye. 'Twas a tryst," she admitted. "But that doesn't mean 'tis going to happen again."

He lifted a brow, looking suddenly serious, determined and a wee bit intimidating. "Come over here." Grasping her hand, he tugged at her.

"Nay! You cannot simply order me about. Maybe you're used to doing that with your other women, but I'm not them." She resisted, trying to pull her wet hand from his, but he held her in place.

"Stop arguing," he said softly. "I have no other women. Do you want the maids or guards to start pounding on the door, wondering what the ruckus is?"

"Nay." She dropped silent and still, her gaze darting to the door briefly.

"Well, then, behave yourself." He gave her a light, playful slap on the arse.

She ended up on her knees between his legs, a very enticing position, with her hands on his broad shoulders.

"I mean to have you, Jessie MacKay," he murmured, his breath teasing her lips and his hands caressing her derriere. "And not just once or twice."

She pushed against his shoulders. "Until you tire of me."

"I'll never tire of you." His words were spoken with quiet conviction.

She wished it could be true. "You cannot know that."

"I know my own mind. And I know you. 'Tis clear to me that you want the same thing."

Dropping her gaze from his, she remained silent, many emotions conflicting inside her. Of a certainty, she enjoyed lying with him, but a woman could not base her most important decisions on such things. She wanted to take a chance on him, but what if, after she trusted him, after she loved him, he put her aside for another woman? She could not bear it. She was strong, but not that strong.

"Do you not?" he asked, sliding his hands up her sides, leaving hot chills along the way.

"Naught is clear to me," she whispered, stifling a shiver.

"Allow me to show you something very clear." He kissed her and she felt as if her insides were melting like hot pastry filling. And his kisses were just as sweet and sinful.

She fell against him, her breasts flattening against his hard chest. He lifted her, placing her knees on either side of his hips. Her most sensitive parts pressed up against his hard shaft. She gasped and his moan vibrated her chest.

What kind of wicked magic was this? She could not believe the lust that immobilized her when he touched her like this. Her secret feminine parts ached to have him.

His hand and forearm beneath her derriere, he rose from the tub. When he turned, her head spun. He strode across the floor and lowered her to the bed. Her hands were tangled in his hair.

"I ken what you need, m'lady," he whispered.

Him. He was the most decadent treat she could imagine. He kissed down her throat to her chest. His beard stubble prickled over her breasts before he took her nipple between his lips and suckled. Sharp need lanced through her. She arched her back, offering herself shamelessly.

After lavishing both her breasts with sensual torture, he kissed down her stomach and flicked his tongue into her navel. His hot hands framed her hips and he scraped his teeth over her hip bone.

"I want to devour you, lass."

The passion in his tone sent feverish quivers through her.

He brushed his lips over her mound and her hands fisted in his hair. Nay, he couldn't do that. Could he?

He pushed her legs apart and then her nether lips. His hot tongue stroked over her. What on earth? She didn't know or care, but she loved it. She heard herself cry out, then bit her lip to keep quiet. No one could know what sinful delights she was indulging in with Torrin. His tongue and his fingers worked magic. Unintentionally, she thrust her hips toward him, yearning for more. Craving his shaft. His moan vibrated her flesh. He slid a finger into her, then two, stroking in and out while his tongue swirled around an especially sensitive spot.

Saints! That most astounding sensation was coming over her again. Her lungs refused to draw in more breath. The tingles circled through her and then exploded. Every muscle in her body clenched onto the pleasure, trying to hold onto it. She felt as if she vaulted toward the moon.

Seconds later she came back to herself, gasping for breath. How could he make her feel such volatile and blissful sensations? Things she'd never imagined and certainly never experienced before him.

"Torrin, you devil," she breathed.

"Aye." He chuckled, rising onto his knees. "Are you ready for more?"

"I'm not certain," she teased. "I think you've worn me out."

"Hmm. I wonder." He stroked the tip of his shaft over her most sensitive flesh.

She hissed in a breath at the intense sensation. At the same time, need flashed through her. Unintentionally, she lifted her hips toward him.

"Aye," he whispered, tempting her with more wet strokes. He nudged himself into her, then away.

"More," she said, aching deep inside.

"Are you certain?"

"Aye, Torrin. Please."

"Mmm." He wrapped his arm around her thigh and thrust his hips, embedding himself within her. He moaned deep in his chest, while pleasure, endless need, and the feeling of completeness encompassed her.

More, more, more.

He suckled at her breasts, first one, then the other, as he started moving.

Her arousal heightening, she buried her hands in his hair and arched up to meet his powerful thrusts. Growling, he besieged her body as if he couldn't get enough. Erotic decadence ran rampant through her.

Torrin could hardly believe he was making love to Jessie. Each time felt like an amazing dream, but the pleasure and need for more which consumed him told him 'twas indeed real. Her eagerness was beyond anything he could've imagined. Her pale blue eyes darkened with desire set him off like flame to gunpowder. Her hands in his hair pulled, sometimes painfully, but he didn't care. He wished she'd bite him and leave her mark on him.

He'd thoroughly enjoyed feasting upon her moments ago. Her sweet essence was like strawberries and honey, but twice as addictive. Driving into her tight depths felt like something he'd waited for his whole life.

Digging her nails into his shoulders, she sucked in a hissing breath and arched her neck back. How he loved bringing her to the peak of carnal delight. Watching her, gauging her reactions, he waited until she was on the precipice, her breath held, then he increased his pace with sudden intensity. Muscles deep within her clutched at him, caressed him. Saints! He couldn't endure it. His release blasted through him like a cannon. Fiery, explosive hedonism that burned up his thoughts and rationality. He consumed her mouth as the last waves of pleasure rippled through him.