Page 73 of Enchantment of a Highlander

He groaned at the very thought and rubbed the swollen nub of her sex with this thumb. She leaned her head against the door and cried out, her breath hot against his chest.

He nuzzled the curve of her neck, encouraging her throaty moans in a tormenting tease, not only to her but to his own raging heat.

Her body arched against him with each stroke, closer, more eager.

She caressed his stomach and his body tightened. Her fingers danced lower and the belt at his waist popped free.

It clattered to the floor and the heavy fabric of his kilt slipped from his waist.

She pressed against him then, every inch of her silken body stretched against every inch of him. Including the very hungry, very aching inches of him straining with desperate want.

He was on fire in a way that ached. A tight groan sounded between their lips, a sound he only knew as his by the vibration in his own throat.

She slid a long, slender leg up the side of his rigid body, opening her warmth to him. Her hips arched forward until she brushed the head of his cock.

A tease.

An invitation.

Alec pressed his palms against the cool door and rested his forehead against hers. The sweet scent of her breath brushed his mouth and she flicked her tongue across his lower lip.

“I dinna want ye to regret this, Celia.”

She rolled her body, pushing him more firmly against the moist edge of her sex, so he rested just at her entrance.

He thought he’d explode then. The blood pounded in his ears and he almost didn’t hear her reply.

“I won’t.” Her voice was husky with the promise of passion. “Alec…” She undulated against him with a longing frustration he knew all too well.

And he would no longer deny himself.

He caught her lifted leg in his hand and thrust inside her tight heat.

• • •

Celia gasped a deep lungful of air, as if this were the first time in four months she’d truly breathed. Alec’s fullness swelled within her and shot tingles of pleasure through every part of her body. The hair on her arms rose and her nipples drew taut.

He drew out and thrust deliciously back inside her. Restrained.

His muscles were so tight beneath her fingers he felt like stone.

Still holding a hand to her leg, he leaned her back against the cool door.

The movement caused him to shift and the hardness of him inside her touched a new, deeper place. She cried out in unexpected pleasure.

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely.

He pressed the full weight of his body to hers, pushing her further against the door, and pumped the full length of him inside her.

His slick skin rubbed across hers with each body-clenching thrust.

Heat and pleasure spiraled around her and danced electric notes across her skin. Every part of her sizzled. Every part of her was on fire.

Alec’s beautiful stomach flexed in the firelight with the increase of his pace.

The powerful muscles of his chest and back bunched beneath her hands. Their breath came in hard beats as one. His eyes met hers, no longer an ice blue but warm and clear like an endless summer sky.

And she was losing herself in them.