ignored it, not bothered enough to care. She was actually starting to truly enjoy herself, until one touch felt different from all the rest. Hotter, stronger, just more . Allia looked up into deep brown eyes that were all too familiar. Eian . And as luck would have it, or more likely as he had carefully planned, it was at that very moment that the music slowed to a ballad. Without even thinking, she instinctively tried to wrench out of his grasp, but his arms were like steel bands, holding her in place, just inches from the broad expanse of his muscled chest. In the heat of the room, the warm, musky scent of his skin reached her, and she couldn’t stop herself from breathing it in. Everything about the man was intoxicating, dangerous. Shaking herself, she tried once more to pull away.
“Och now, lass, just one dance. That’s all I ask.” He reached up to run one finger down her cheek and along the line of her jaw, and she felt the same pulsing pleasure in his touch. They were in the center of the crowd, hidden from view by the throng of swaying and somewhat inebriated people who were paying no attention to them.
“What are you, stalking me?” she mumbled, unable to believe his persistence. Really, he could have any woman here, so why was he so intent on having her ? Already her body was betraying her. Her heart pounded in her ears and her stomach was filled with butterflies. He pulled her a little closer, and she could feel the heat of his flesh though his thin linen shirt. Now her breath hitched too. Oh God, her body wanted his in the worst way, like two magnets drawn together she swayed closer. Her hands came up to hold onto him as they danced, and she felt the slide of his rock hard muscles under his shirt. What would it be like to run her hands over every single inch of him… it would be heaven, that’s what. If only she was the kind of girl who could just have sex for the fun of it and walk away… but she wasn’t, at least not with this man. She would fall for him. She knew she would, with a cold certainty. Then the next time she turned around, he would be in someone else’s bed and she would be left reeling from a broken heart. And she could not be dealing with dangerous affairs and broken hearts right now when she wasn’t even sure if she was about to become a human sacrifice, or worse. Oh, it was just not fair !
Eian leaned closer. “Tell me lass”, he whispered near her ear, “why do ye run from me when I can see desire in yer eyes?”
She was flustered, and her voice betrayed her, coming out as a shaky whisper. “There is no desire in my eyes.”
“Aye, there is. That and more. Let me in and I’ll show ye pleasure like ye’ve never even imagined.” He slid his thumb slowly over her full bottom lip and her eyes fluttered closed. “It all starts with just a kiss.” He had her… she was trembling, just a little, but he could still feel it. She wanted him, thank god! What he had seen in her eyes up on that hill had been real, not just his own wishful thinking. For a moment he had thought he might be losing his touch. He leaned closer again to let his lips just brush the perfect shell of her ear. The scent of her skin was intoxicating…sweet… he could breathe her in all night and still not have enough. There was no way she could resist him now, no woman could if he was determined to have her in his bed. He had long ago honed and perfected his skills of seduction. In fact he had become so good at it, it wasn’t even much of a sport anymore. Often times after he bedded a lass, and it was just too easy, he felt empty inside, rather than satisfied, and he was left just wanting more of… something he couldn’t quite define. This lass had at least amused him for a time by putting up a good fight. Oh, she was about to lose,