Connie Mason Quote

Elspeth reached up a tentative hand to comfort him, palming the cheek that wasn’t covered with woad.He wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her closer. Her lips parted. His tongue swept in. Her belly clenched, and a warm glow settled between her legs.He left her lips and began kissing her chin, her cheeks, her neck. Ach! Ye’re sweet, lass.Pity dissipated like morning mist. Instead, little wisps of pleasure followed his mouth’s path. The stubble of his beard grazed the tops of her breasts, and her nipples tightened almost painfully. She sucked her breath over her teeth to keep from crying out in pleasure and surprise when his palm covered her breast, the pressure sweet even through the stiff boning of her pink silk bodice.