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likely to undo me. I have
restraint, but a man has his limits.”
    “Do you…want to be touched?” The inner voice urging
self-control beat at her urgently but she ignored its warning.
    “Aye. Very much so.”
    “Is it painful? Your face goes all taut whenever I even look
at it.” She gestured at his groin, her fingers accidentally brushing the tip of
his bulge.
    “ Och, lass .” He drew upright, towering over her. From
where she sat, his bellybutton was at eye level and his kilt was not far below.
“Nay, it is not painful, but I am…on edge.”
    As long as he stood still, he wasn’t very intimidating.
Caitrin reached out a tentative hand, brushing more firmly against his
erection. This time he merely looked skyward, gritting his teeth. She grew
bolder, skimming a hand under the kilt.
    If he’d been feeling unabated lust since their initial
meeting, the least she could do was relieve it temporarily. Once it was over
she could send him upon his way without a second thought. All that remained was
to convince him that, as a Huntress, she could take care of herself against
this Delaney. She would enlist the help of Iris for the wizard.
    Eagan shifted, his bare foot rustling the straw, and she was
drawn back to the here and now. After a fumbling moment, her hand found the
length of him, wrapped around his shaft. She slid her hand downward, absorbed
in the feel of his silken hardness, the way his stomach muscles tensed as she
touched him. His ragged gasp was loud in the still barn air.
    She peeked up at him, anxious to do the right thing. She had
no idea how to pleasure a man.
    “That’s it, lass,” he rasped. “Keep stroking—upward.” His
eyes never left her face as he encouraged her to continue.
    Curiosity got the better of her and she lifted the kilt with
her other hand, staring fascinated. How did that fit inside a woman? Had
all of his lasses been of large stature?
    His toes were curling in the straw as she continued her attentions.
Cait wasn’t expecting to feel lust herself, having thought it abated with their
antics on the kitchen table, but there it was, returning hot and heavy. It sent
her grinding against the corner of the hay bale in an involuntary movement.
    He’d noticed what she was doing. She startled guiltily.
After an entire lifetime of nothing—not even a chaste kiss—she was feeling the
full effect of this inferno of an emotion.
    “Do no’ stop.” His hands closed around her waist, lifted her
so that she perched atop the empty feeding trough. Somehow he’d eased her
trousers down—damn, but he was skilled at that. Breathing hard, he bent,
fingers exploring, brushing against parts of her she never thought could be so
sensitized. The mere flick of his fingers sent shudders down her body.
    Somehow she continued her attentions, squeezing a little
harder as she learned to gauge his reactions. She was surprised to actually
derive pleasure from stroking him, thrilling a little when she discovered an
especially sensitive area. He was certainly becoming familiar with hers, his
bold touch almost undoing her. Her hand slid upward again, responding to the
quickening thrust of his hips.
    Then through a haze she felt him tensing, ripping himself
away from her as he spent himself into the straw, hissing in pleasure.
“Caitrin,” he breathed. “Bloody hell, woman. Let me—aye, sit like that for me.”
    She was growing familiar with his touch, the way he built
her up until nothing mattered but the movement of his hands, the slow hot
kisses that felt like sheer indulgence. When she inhaled deeply, trying to
catch her breath, he stole her air, leaving her panting.
    The haze thickened around her until she was lost in it. She
couldn’t stop now, couldn’t pull away even if she wanted to. With a helpless
cry, Caitrin clutched at his chest, clenching hard and sudden around his
fingers as he coaxed her over the edge. Head thrown back against the wall, half
dressed, she pressed her forehead to his broad