See No Evil

An Excerpt If Rhys had been trying to evoke a response from Echo, he’d succeeded. His sultry blonde would-be mate was stripped down to a filmy pink brassiere, her lips plush and pouty and begging for his kiss. Just this moment, Echo was staring at him with a distinctly hungry look in her eyes, and Rhys was struggling to keep his more primal impulses in check. He blamed the lingerie she wore; in his day, women were either fully clothed or completely n***d, and as it turned out, there was nothing so enticing as a woman who hovered in between. Though Rhys had seen photos of models in such clothing and had researched modern women’s garments online, seeing Echo in lingerie was infinitely more exciting. He tried not to stare at her brassiere, but the way the thin fabric clung to her body made him want to see what lay under her tightly-fitted jeans. He wanted nothing more than to strip her bare, flip her over so her undoubtedly perfect a*s was in the air, and f**k her until she was hoarse from screaming his name. If he had ever been this tempted by a lass back in Scotland, he would’ve no doubt already taken her in a dark castle hallway. Unfortunately, Echo wasn’t some lusty serving wench. She was modern, first off. Second, she was going to be his mate, and the last thing Rhys wanted was to sour things between them by moving too fast. Just because he knew they were going to end up together was no reason for impatience. The lass who would carry his bairns deserved the sun and the moon, not some rushed and unsatisfying rutting. “Not unless you kiss me first,” she’d fired back as he toyed with her b*a. Well, if it was a kiss she wanted… Rhys slid his hands around Echo’s waist and yanked her closer, dropping his mouth to hers. He waited, his lips a heartbeat from hers, stretching the moment as long as he could. Echo sighed against his lips, her hunger and desire reflecting his exactly. She leaned against him, her bare skin warm against his arms, and her eyes fluttered shut. The perfect moment.