“There’s no place for you in my world,” he said into the silence.
The chair creaked as she rose. Aiden prayed that she would storm out. Her anger would keep her away from him. It was his last resort, since he knew he was too weak to keep his distance. The more he was with her, the more times he kissed her, only strengthened his yearning to keep her by his side.
He was shoved in the shoulder, spinning him around. Britt’s face was set in hard lines as she jabbed a finger in his chest.
“I’ve never met a more controlling, confident, maddening man in all my life. How dare you make decisions about my life. That’s for me to do. And only me.”
Her eyes blazed with anger, and it only made Aiden’s blood burn hotter.
“This is the twenty-first century, and you need to remember that,” Britt continued. “I’m not some weak female who needs you to come to my rescue. I’m perfectly capable of saving myself.”
Aiden barely heard what she said. His gaze was trained on her mouth while he battled the urge to drag her against him.
“So, I’m making the decisions for me. And I choose you, Aiden MacLeod. Get used to it.”
The words scarcely penetrated his brain before she rose up on her tiptoes and placed her lips on his. The kiss was frantic as their mutual need fueled the other to new heights.
Aiden backed her against the wall. There he kissed her as if it were their last night together. He poured every ounce of need, of the urgent, insistent yearning into the kiss.
Britt had to touch him, had to feel his warm skin. She tore at his shirt until she heard buttons hitting the wooden floor.
The deep, resonant moan that filled the room when she placed her hands on his chest made her heart skip a beat. How she had longed to caress him, to run her hands over his finely sculpted chest she’d glimpsed only in his tight shirts.
Her head tilted to the side when his mouth trailed down her neck, his tongue and lips doing wonderful, wicked things to her flesh.
Her fingers clung to his thick shoulders when he tugged down the strap of her dress. It fell against her arm while his fingers caressed softly, seductively along her skin as he followed the edge of the dress until he came to her breast.
“Lovely,” he whispered near her ear.
Chills raced along her skin as she silently begged him to take more. She was offering all of herself, if only he would take it.
He kissed down her chest, following the same path of his fingers until he came to her décolletage. There he paused before he cupped one of her breasts.
Britt sucked in a breath, her heart pounding uncontrollably. No one had ever made her shudder so wantonly with just a few kisses, but Aiden wasn’t like any other man in the world.
A gasp tore from her mouth when his thumb moved over her nipple, causing her breasts to swell and her nipples to harden painfully.
“Aiden,” she whispered, her knees threatening to buckle.
He kneeled before her, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted his face to her. His smile, so gorgeous, so irresistible made her blood race.
She bit her lip when his hands smoothed down the outside of her legs until they reached the hem of her dress. Then he dipped his hands beneath her dress. His eyes burned with desire as his hands slid up along her skin, dragging her dress with them up over her hips to her waist.
Desire centered low in Britt’s belly. She craved his touch as her body craved oxygen. And she feared she would never get enough of him.
“So damn beautiful,” Aiden murmured before he placed a kiss next to her navel.
Britt’s head dropped back against the wall and her eyes slid shut. His hands were everywhere, touching her, learning her as she longed to do to him.
Her sucked in a breath when his thumbs hooked her panties. Slowly he pulled the lace down until the garment puddled at her feet.
She shook from the need tightening within her, and Aiden hadn’t truly touched her yet. He very gently lifted each of her feet until the panties were completely removed.
And then his hands were on her legs again. His touch was firm but smooth as he skimmed his hands from her ankles to her thighs.
He gave her little warning before he lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. His touch was soft as he ran his fingers through her curls.
Britt placed her hands flat on the wall in an effort to keep herself upright while her heart hammered in her chest. She groaned when he skimmed her clitoris, the little nub aching for more.
Aiden moaned when he felt how wet Britt was. He plunged a finger inside her, stroking her tight core as her soft cries filled the cottage.
He added a second finger, her fingers digging into his shoulders. His cock jumped when he grazed her clit and heard her cry out.
There was no more waiting. He had to have her, had to claim her. Medieval thinking or not, that was the truth of it.