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Right. Medieval women probably had all kinds of hair.

Hm. She could get used to not shaving.

He ran his fingers up her leg, heating her skin. The closer he got to the apex of her thighs, the more she clenched in anticipation, aching, getting hotter and wetter.

He looked up at her as he covered her sex with his palm.

“Ahhh.” She tilted her head back.

“Look at me, lass,” he said.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. His gaze was dark and burning in the semidarkness of the stables. His eyebrows were bunched together, his lips parted, a little swollen. There was so much heat, so much promise in his eyes, she clenched again.

“Ye’re mine,” he said. “And I’m yers.”

He parted her folds with his fingers, and Amy gasped, but she didn’t know what was sweeter—his words or his fingers. He pressed gently against her clit, and began circling it, whirling, churning her ecstasy.

She grabbed the straw, trying to find something to hold on to, or she would burst into stardust right there in his arms.

He pulled her skirt up with his other hand, gathering it at her hips, her legs and pelvis chilling a little from being exposed to cool air. He leaned down and settled between her thighs. He looked deep into her eyes as he said, “Lass…”

His voice reverberated through her, low and dangerous. How could one word be loaded with so much heat?

And then his mouth was on her, and she gasped from the intensity of soft pleasure that spread through her.

“Ahhhh.”

And then his tongue…his wicked, beautiful, masterful tongue began moving, circling, flicking, teasing. Amy unfolded, softened and clenched at the same time. Lost her mind from sensations she’d never known she could experience.

She wasn’t a virgin—she thought she was good at sex.

But this…

Him…

It was more than physical.

It was something else.

Something where she could see the stars.

“No,” she breathed out and jerked.

“What?” He rose, worried. “Did I hurt ye?”

“You didn’t hurt me. Far from it, Craig. But I can’t hold off for much longer. And I want you. I want you inside of me.”

His eyes darkened.

“Oh, aye, my sweet lass? Did I not tell ye, ye must ask?”

Amy shook her head once and chuckled. “Yes. Please.”

He nodded, a smug smile on his face. “Only because ye are asking.” He stood up and undid his pants, lazily, letting them slide down his legs, then kicked them off. He stood before her, his gorgeous, sculpted legs a work of art, and then…

Her throat caught.

A long, thick erection, ready and willing, and growing even more under her gaze.