Page 482 of Wicked Highland Heroes

He dragged his mouth from hers and buried his face in her hair. “I am so sorry.” His chest tightened. “I didn’t know. All these weeks—”

“Don’t,” she cut in.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and went up on tiptoes as she pulled his mouth back to hers. Her lips touched his and blood thundered through his ears. His cock swelled to what felt like fatal proportions and he feared he truly wouldn’t be able to stop even if she begged him to. She pressed her body against his. It had been madness to duck into this room.

“Jo,” he said against her mouth. “Your mother will be expecting us.”

“Please.” She wrapped her arms around his back. “I need you.”

She sucked his tongue into her mouth. His bollocks drew up in exquisite pain.

The world vanished. Nicholas backed her up against the wall. His bulging cock was crushed against her abdomen and for an instant he thought he would spend himself in his trousers. She arched her breasts. Nicholas yanked one sleeve down her arm. She wore not corset, and one perfect pink bud jutted toward him. His breathing turned harsh.

He took the nipple in his mouth and sucked. Her sharp intake of breath fueled the fire coursing through his veins. Her hands slid down his back and over his buttocks. When she squeezed, pleasure raced through him. He should put a halt to this insanity. Her father might overlook Nicholas making love to her, but this was animal need.

She squeezed his arse again and his cock throbbed. He sucked harder on her nipple. Her fingers dug into him and he could no longer stand the torture. Nicholas straightened and fumbled with the fastening on his trousers, nearly tearing them free. He yanked up her skirt, then lifted her. Josephine threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He fitted his rod between the opening in her drawers and, in in great thrust, entered her. She cried out and fear sliced through him.

“Jo,” he rasped. “Did I—”

“God, Nick, don’t stop. Please.”

One hand braced against the wall, he pulled back then drove inside her again.

“Again,” she begged.

He obeyed, again and again until she cried out, and his own shuddering release followed in blinding pleasure. Breathing heavy, Nicholas hugged her close and managed to stumble to the small couch on the left wall. He collapsed onto the cushion, her small body on top of his. She went limp across his body, and he swore no one would ever again hurt her.