She shook her head, and Keegan admired the way Willow’s face was screwed up in a look of utter anguish as he caressed the inside of her thigh. She was already so hungry for more, and the sight was as bonny as any he’d seen in his entire life.
Willow had been gripping the shelf at the middle of her back. Still, as Keegan swept his fingers over the crook of her hip, Willow jerked, and then her arms flew up to his shirt, gripping the fabric with white knuckles.
“Such a smooth, sweet spot, lass. Will ye be tellin' me the entire truth then?”
Whimpering for him, Keegan surged, his body thrumming with the call to claim her fully. He would not. Whatever this was between them, he could not take away the woman’s chance at a proper marriage. As much as the thought of her giving that gift to someone else inexplicably made his blood burn all the hotter, possessive fury roiling.
“Keegan, ye must…I cannae…” But instead of shoving him back, which he would not have put past her, Willow hiked up her leg,dropping her head to his chest. “It is a torture. What are ye doin' to me?”
He chuckled, low and dark. Keegan could not deny the air of sadistic joy he took from seeing Willow so worked up as she was.
“Shall I leave ye be? Are ye quite willin' to speak of why ye came to me? The full truth?”
Keegan hesitated, pausing his movement over her thighs that had begun to steadily creep closer and closer to her center.
Willow briskly shook her head and met his eyes. The pained expression was too lovely. “No,please. I…I need more.”
This sorcery between them was practically sinful, and Keegan’s shaft pulsed as it remained pressed against Willow’s other hip. It was a dark charm that had him locked into an unbreakable enchantment, the alchemy of their opposites coming together beyond tantalizing.
Walking his fingers right up to the sparking warmth of her seam, Keegan swept the pad of one down it from top to bottom. Willow jerked, crying out softly. He released his hold on the shelf near her head—impressed that he hadn’t dented it with his grip—and smoothed his palm over Willow’s mouth.
“Shh, now, lass. The only sounds I wish to hear coming from ye are the words I’ve asked for repeatedly. Will ye now tell me?”
He teased her slit once more, and Willow whimpered against his hand. When he opened it up enough to hear her words, she shook from head to toe.
“There isnae more truth. Ye have misjudged the?—”
Keegan patted gently on her tenderness, a light smack of her skin that cut off Willow’s words.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still nae willing to have out with it. Must I take things further?”
Not waiting for her to reply, Keegan angled his hand just right and slid a single finger into her. Willow moaned as he covered her mouth once more, her body surging as the fluttering breaths rippled through her. She arched back, pressing her perfect breasts up toward him as her head fell back.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, and when Keegan could feel her move her lips beneath his hand, he released her mouth, wrapping his fingers around the back of Willow’s neck.
“Oh, yesss…that.”
“Yes, what, sweet Willow? What is it that ye wish for me to do?” Keegan ached to hear her words. He throbbed with the intensity of it, and every bit of him wanted to feel this gorgeous, troublesome woman clamp down around him as he brought her body to new heights.
“Keegan, ye…ye cannae ask me what?—”
He sunk his finger deeper, moving it back and forth in one long, slow motion. Willow whined, her foot now hooking around his arm. It gave him more room to work her over, but he would be patient. He wanted to savor every moment of this.
“Tell me.”
His voice was nearly unrecognizable for the gruff growl of it. Keegan was beside himself, overcome by the power of the moment.
God, how did I even come by this? Do I care?
Willow gripped his shirt and the shoulder section of his plaid tighter and tighter, her hips rocking of their own account, but he would not give her more of this until he heard her ask him for it—beghim for it.
“Please. Please touch me more. It…It is some kind of magic. I…cannae get enough.”
Keegan pulled Willow’s mouth to his with his hand on her neck. She melted into the kiss, and he drove his finger deeper, working up a quicker pace that quickly had Willow breathing hard. After a moment, he let her head fall back once more, pressing into the books as if they were an anchor she could cling to as much as the laird’s shirt.
“Ye do like that, daenae ye, lass. I can feel yer entire body ignitin' for me.”
Willow nodded, her eyes still closed. Keegan took her head once more, pulling her up so that she might meet his eyes.