Page 191 of Forbidden

Duncan made a thick sound.

“I would like to taste you from your forehead to your heels,” Amber murmured.

The tip of her tongue traced a line of fire from Duncan’s knees to his navel.

“I would like to do…everything.”

With a throttled sound, Duncan clenched the muscles of his legs and covered himself with his hands, trying to prevent further intimacy.

“Wouldn’t you rather my hands were holding you?” Amber asked.

“Nay,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Truly? Is that why you grow more formidable with each breath? You hope to frighten me away?”

Duncan had no answer save the one he was trying to conceal or ignore.

Amber knew it as well as he did. Better. His desire and her own combined.

“It won’t work, dark warrior. No matter how formidable you become, I can sheathe you. You know it as surely as I do.”

Then Amber laughed softly. “Nay, you know my sheath better than I, for you have measured it full well.”

Duncan’s answer was a low sound that had no meaning but frustration. She was bringing him to bay with her words alone. His body knew what it wanted. It clamored for it.

And his body knew where to find what it must have.

“Move your hands,” Amber said huskily. “Give me the freedom we both desire.”

“Nay! I don’t want you!”

Amber couldn’t help laughing despite the slice of pain that came with his repeated denial of her.

“Not so, coy knight,” she said. “You can scarce conceal your desire with both hands.”

There was also no way Duncan could hide from Amber the fire burning within him. Each time their skin met, his hunger poured through him into her, truth known through touch.

And Amber made certain their skin was always touching.

Laughing, she began to seduce Duncan’s hands away from his body. Her teeth nipped boldly. Her lips brushed tantalizingly. Her breath was a sultry warmth bathing him. The tip of her tongue traced each line between his tightly held fingers.

In time, Amber’s hand sought the shadow line between Duncan’s tightly held thighs, stroking in the same rhythms as her tongue probing between his thumb and forefinger. Then she caught his smallest finger between her teeth and pulled it into her mouth. The movements of her tongue silently offered him another, even more intimate caress.

A groan was dragged from deep in Duncan’s chest. Desire shook him until his hands jerked. Instantly Amber’s hand slid beneath one of his. Slender fingers curled possessively around him. His body jerked again, as though he had been struck by a whip rather than by a tender caress.

“Amber,” Duncan said between his teeth. “No!”

“Yes,” she whispered raggedly. “Dear God, yes!”

Her hand moved beneath his, and then her breath, and then her tongue.

“Amber”

“Aye, dark warrior. ’Tis Amber. And this…”

Her tongue swirled, tasting and caressing in the same motion.

“…this is magnificent. Warm as a cat. Hard as a fist. Surging like a storm.”