The Rogue: A Highland Guard Novella (The Highland Guard) Read Online Free

awareness.
    Awareness that made her heart start to pound and her body start to tingle when she felt him harden against her.
    There was so much of him, it was impossible to miss. Rather than being shocked and offended, however, she became embarrassingly aroused. She flushed with heat, and a strange dampness rushed between her legs. Her body was coming alive with sensations that she couldn’t seem to control.
    His eyes were dark and penetrating—almost as if he were looking for something.
    Permission , she realized. He wants to kiss me.
    Her heart jumped to her throat and seemed to pound in her ears. Her eyes were telling him no… weren’t they?
    Apparently, they weren’t inclined to lie because a second later he was lowering his mouth to hers.
    Her lips parted on their own, anticipation making her forget to breathe. The air was so thick and heavy between them; her body held captive by the tight grip of desire. She couldn’t have moved if she wanted to.
    She didn’t want to, she realized. She wanted him to kiss her. And he did. Thoroughly. Magnificently. With every bit of finesse she would have expected from someone of his reputation. Was it any surprise that Sir Thomas Randolph kissed divinely? That his lips were warm and soft and heart-wrenchingly tender? That his breath was the perfect mix of hot male and warm spice—the cinnamon she’d smelled earlier.
    He was a rogue, and he kissed like one.
    And from the first touch of his lips to hers, Izzie knew she was in trouble. This wasn’t like any kiss she’d ever experienced. There was nothing delicate or chaste about the feel of his mouth on hers. It was searingly hot, achingly wicked, and thoroughly consuming.
    The explosion of sensation shook her to the core and wouldn’t let go. It penetrated in a hot wave of pleasure that radiated through her body from her head to her toes and everywhere in between, concentrating in the place between her legs where he was now wedged even more firmly.
    He felt so good that she pressed herself closer. The low groan—growl?—he made in response seemed to reverberate low in her belly.
    It was amazing. And then it was ever more so. The sensations grew stronger as his mouth moved over hers. Softly at first—deftly—then with increasing intensity as his tongue filled her mouth. It hit her again. His tongue was in her mouth. She’d never…
    Oh God. The teasing flicks gave way to demanding strokes that seemed to reach deeper and deeper within her, making her want more. Her heart fluttered with every stroke.
    She couldn’t seem to get enough of his mouth and tongue as it wrapped around hers in an intimate dance. She felt greedy—insatiable—for the taste of him, for the pressure of his lips, for the pleasure he was building inside her.
    For more.
    He made a sound as if she might have spoken her demand aloud, and his tongue stroked deeper, harder, fiercer. Finesse and skill gave away to something else. Something even more powerful and exciting. It devoured her. He devoured her. Her bones seemed to dissolve as the passion enfolded them both.
    His hands were still braced on either side of her head, but when she reached up to circle her arms around his neck, they slid around her to pull her fully into his embrace.
    Their bodies fused together perfectly, which was why it was such a shock when he suddenly released her and stepped back with a sharp curse.
    She was too busy trying to stay on her feet to notice that it was a rather crude word for such a lauded knight to utter before a lady.
    But a moment later she understood what had provoked his reaction.
    “Captain!” One of his men suddenly appeared around the bend in the path where Randolph and she had apparently—fortunately—been hidden from view. “We feared the worst when we heard the crash.”
    A second man came up beside him. “Did you not hear us calling for you?”
    “I was tending to the lady,” Randolph explained evenly, as if nearly ravishing someone against a wall