Free Impostress by Lisa Jackson Page B

breasts.
    "Elyn ... sweet, sweet Elyn."
    She froze.
Elyn ... oh, God ...
All her warm thoughts turned to ice. What had she done? Oh, no ... this wasn't supposed to happen. As if aware of her distress, he kissed her lips and rolled onto his side, then cuddled up behind her. Her buttocks pressed into his groin and he rubbed against them, his manhood probing even deeper. Her mind was still fuzzy, yet guilt grabbed hold of her soul. Deep inside she felt him and he seemed to thicken yet again. No ... she couldn't ... but he pushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck, his fingers splayed upon her abdomen, pulling her tight. Oh ... no ... but her rump pushed into him and he moved, stretching her further, rubbing against a spot that caused delicious pain to wash over her.
    Moaning like a wanton, she knew that she was lost. As long as she was in bed with him, she couldn't deny herself the sinful pleasures he offered.
    "I will bed you like this for the rest of my life," he vowed, his breath fanning her fevered skin as he touched her in a spot that sent delicious thrills through her.
    "Nay—"
    "Shh ... I know. Neither one of us wanted to marry, but—" He moved just so and she gasped. "Is this so bad?"
    "Heaven," she sighed, and twisted to kiss him on the lips.

Chapter Six
    Dear God, what have I done?
    Kiera's head thundered in pain as she opened a bleary eye. One strong male arm was wrapped around her midsection, and a muscular leg trapped one of her own.
    Cautiously she opened the other eye and, wincing, found herself staring into Kelan of Penbrooke's rugged face. Her sister's husband. Although Kiera had said the vows and consummated this lie of a marriage, she was not legally Kelan's wife, nor would she ever be. Elyn's name in Welsh law took precedence over Kiera's acts, though Kelan would certainly have grounds for an annulment, should he want it ... oh, by the fates, she'd made an irreversible, sinful mistake ... many mistakes. And now ... and now she'd suffered the loss of her virginity, her own purity. What man would ever want her now?
    And what other man would you want? Can you even think of another when still you are sore from the pleasures this man, your sister's husband, brought you?
    She hazarded a glance at Kelan and noticed the small details. His face was relaxed, his mouth slightly ajar, and the warmth of his breath teased her skin. Dark hair fell over his forehead and he seemed almost boyish in slumber. But all he had to do was open one eye and he would be the lord of the manor again, the hard warrior. Half lying over her, his chest pinned her arm, while his own arm was flung across her chest, his hand cupping her bare breast.
    She felt a flush steal up the back of her neck. What was she to do? When Elyn returned ... oh, God, mayhap she was already within the castle walls ... waiting to take her rightful place!
    Elyn should have been here in this bed.
Her
bed. She should have been the one whose chemise was drawn over her head, whose breasts were kissed and laved, whose legs were parted ...
    Images of the night before flashed behind Kiera's eyes, and the ache pulsing through her head was intensified by her guilt. Once more the sharp soreness between her legs reminded her of how foolish she'd been. Throughout the night, she'd given herself to Kelan of Penbrooke over and over again. As if he were truly her husband. She'd known it was wrong, but hadn't been able to resist this man, this husband of her sister.
    Oh, Lord, what would happen when Elyn sneaked back into the castle? She could never know,
never
learn that Kiera had made love with her husband. Shame burned through Kiera as she tried to inch away from Kelan. What would she do now that she had known this man's touch? What was to be become of her now that she no longer had her virginity to bring to her own real marriage?
    And where the devil was Elyn?
    Had she returned from her tryst with Brock, and was she already waiting in some alcove, ready to trade