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teeth. “Aye.”
    “Then one kiss willna hurt.”
    Before she could protest, he closed the gap between them and his lips claimed hers.
    Her arms flailed to the side in an attempt to balance herself, but Reed’s strong embrace wrapped around her waist and held her steady against his hard length.
    She kept her lips pressed firmly together, refusing to kiss him back. Kept her eyes wide open—staring into his wicked, challenge-filled face. But he teased the seam of her lips with his tongue, tugged at her lower lip with his teeth.
    With a growl of frustration, she relented, throwing her arms around his neck, closing her eyes and opening her mouth to his invading tongue. He answered her growl with a grunt of satisfaction and a grind of his rigid cock against her pelvis.
    She wanted to punch him but instead tugged on his hair.
    His hands roamed along her lower back then lower, roughly squeezing her arse. She wanted to protest but in truth she liked his rough handling. Liked the way his hard cock rubbed against the delicate juncture of her thighs. Sparks of pleasure shot through her limbs. Her cunny was wet. Wanting, demanding.
    “Do ye take it back, then?” His words slid seductively against her lips as he nipped at the swollen flesh. She didn’t know what he was talking about. She nodded just to get him to stop talking and continue kissing her.
    But then she was being lifted into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist to anchor herself, but that was a bad idea since his cock rubbed more intimately against her. Her thoughts were all jumbled, her world spinning with so many conflicting emotions.
    They were headed toward the bed. “What are ye doing?”
    “Making love to my wife.” He answered so matter-of-factly, as if she were the silly one for not realizing as much. “Ye said that ye took it back. Ye want me. Ye desire me.”
    He’d tricked her! She pushed against his shoulders and took her legs down from around his waist, scrambling for purchase, but he lifted her higher so she was a foot away from the floor.
    “Ye won’t get far, Sorcha. I aim to pleasure my wife and when I’ve a mind to do something, I see it done.”
    Hearing the conviction in his voice, she knew she had but one resource. She reached for the knife at her hip, only to feel the loop was empty.
    “Took care of those for ye already. Nice and safe over there.” He pointed to the chest by the door, both of her knives sitting so peacefully on top.
    When had he disarmed her? Fury built rapidly inside her. “How dare ye take my weapons!”
    He chuckled and tossed her onto the bed, quickly climbing on all fours to hover above her. His thighs pressed to the outside of her hips, his arms on either side of her head. He gazed down at her, a roguish grin covering his surprisingly soft lips. “Och, no need to get angry, wife. Was simply saving my own arse from your foul temper and swift hands.”
    She gasped. As much as she wanted to put him out, she didn’t like the idea of him thinking she was foul tempered. In fact, she wanted him to think her sweet, and that was so very unlike her.
    “I am not foul tempered.” She humphed, narrowing her brows and realizing too late that such an expression proved she was indeed what she denied.
    “Ye are. And I aim to punish you for it.”
    Without warning, he flipped her onto her belly. His hands stroked down her back, coming to rest on her buttocks. She opened her mouth to issue a derogatory curse, only for him to pull her up and capture her lips in a carnal kiss, his cock touching deliciously against the dip of her arse.
    She kissed him back hungrily, all thoughts of cursing and yelling flitting from her mind. Then he wasn’t kissing her on the lips anymore. He licked her neck then pulled her gown from her shoulders and gently bit at the flesh there.
    The bed shifted as he stood, and then he grasped her ankles and pulled her toward him, her skirts rising slowly up her legs as he did so. The cold air hit her