Page 90 of Highland Spy

His fingers rolled against the tender little nub of her nipple and she cried out against his mouth.

He trailed his mouth down her neck in a sprinkle of kisses, down lower, as he’d done before.

Her heart slammed in her chest with anticipation.

Yes.

She may have even panted the word. She couldn’t be certain.

The heat of his mouth closed over her tender skin and she whimpered in husky pleasure.

She pulled him toward her, her hands gliding with greedy longing, sampling the rippled hard flesh beneath the léine.

Connor pulled away from her for a moment and jerked the clothing over his head. She saw him for a brief second, a flash of sculpted flesh in the low glow of the fire, before he had her in his arms once more.

The naked skin of his chest was warm against hers and the coarse hair there rasped against her sensitive nipples. Her hands roamed without thought, without shame, traveling over soft skin stretched taut over hard muscle.

Connor leaned over her and eased her back onto the ground. Ariana obeyed silently, her entire body alight.

More.

More.

More.

He lay on top of her, his strong body stretched over hers. She skimmed her fingers up his arms where he held himself up to avoid putting his full weight on her. Deep etches of beautiful muscle met the pads of her fingertips.

She curled her hands up his back and pulled him down to her. Evidence of his desire lay hard and heavy against her stomach. Her hips flexed toward him on instinct in a movement both foreign and natural all at once.

Connor gave another growling groan and eased a hand up her leg, pulling with it the fabric of her skirt.

Ariana’s mouth went dry. His fingers brushed over her inner thighs, easing higher, higher, to the source of her frantic hunger.

And stroked.

Heat and pleasure tightened through her and whet her appetite. Like the first bite of food when one is starving.

She eased her legs apart like a wanton woman and rolled her hips against his hand.

He watched her with a hot gaze and let his fingers glide against her slick yearning, over and over and over until Ariana’s body hummed as if it were going to explode.

And then she did.

The ball of pleasure drew tighter, tighter, until she felt she could take it no more, then pleasure tingled and burned through every part of her. Her own cries were loud in her ears, but she could no more help them than she could the press of her legs around Connor’s hand.

Her body went languid and she lay there a moment while the vestiges of bliss lapped through her.

She slowly opened her eyes, unsure when she’d even closed them, and found Connor still watching her. He wore his kilt still, but was naked from the waist up.

Naked and beautiful.

The firelight etched deep shadows into his muscled torso. He felt so strong beneath her fingertips, so powerful.

His desire jutted up from his kilt and a need thrummed through her once more, pulling her body from its lazy relaxation.

She got to her feet and slipped her overdress off, easing it from her hips into a pile on the ground. He stayed crouched on the ground, one arm casually slung atop his knee, his gaze intense.

The sark belled out around her in a blanket of shapeless fabric. She pulled the cord free of its bow, widening the neck until she could pull it over her head and let it flutter to the floor to join the dress.