Page 4 of Highland Warrior

Oh, he’s good. His hot words were spoken erotically against her ear as his tongue flicked a lobe. Natalie couldn’t respond, as his mouth was now covering hers for an alluring plundering.

“Tell me what ye want…”

How could she describe it? She wanted everything… “I want you to…” she whispered, the words trembling on her lips before he silenced them with a kiss. Before she could think of what else to say, he rolled on top of her, his knees spreading her legs.

“Like this?” He loomed above her, a wolfish grin on his ruggedly handsome face. He stroked his body against hers, making her shiver.

Using a skill she’d learned in college, she wrapped her legs around his hips, gripped his shoulders, and hoisted, flattening him on his back with her positioned above. As she straddled him, the tip of his arousal brushed her core, ready to take part in their game.

“Where’d ye learn that?” His hands slipped around her waist and down to her hips. From his expression, he really liked her little maneuver.

“A girl never kisses and tells.” She winked, grasping his thick shaft in her hand. Should she ask him for a condom? Natalie almost laughed aloud and dismissed the thought. There was no need; she was dreaming, after all.

She ran her thumb over his turgid flesh for just a moment and then lifted her hips. Easing down, she let his throbbing member fill her. Tremors rushed through her immediately when he shifted.

“Take me for a ride, minx.”

And she did. Natalie ground her hips, back and forth, swirled them around, up and down. He was so big, so sexy…

His hands were everywhere on her body, and each place he touched sent a thrill racing through her. Her clit hummed, on the verge of orgasm. With one quick, hard thrust, her body shattered.

Ian quickened his pace, using his hands on her hips to keep the rhythm as she journeyed into bliss. Lifting her off, he turned her over on her belly. She kneeled on the bed as he stood behind her. Before she could catch her bearings, he thrust into her.

Barely recovered from her climax, he rocked her body as he plunged deep inside, shooting sparks of pleasure through her. His hands spanned her waist, caressing her lower abdomen. He threaded his fingers through her light sprinkling of hair and then danced along the hardened nub of flesh. Natalie could hardly breathe.

She’d never made love like this...the earth shattered as he flew her again to crescendo.

“Oh, Ian!” she shouted between moans and labored breaths.

“Ye liked that, did ye?”

His hips languidly nudged against hers, and he leaned down against her back. He grasped her face, turning her slowly for a searing kiss.

“Yes...they don’t teach about this in the history books.”

“And why would they? It’d spoil the fun.” He laughed low in his throat, and then quickened his pace, pumping vigorously.

Then he stopped, rolled her over, and again spread her legs wide with his knees.

“Let’s see if we can take ye to your happy place again.”

This fantasy man was better than ever!

Before she could nod her consent, he claimed her with a hunger that left her trembling. Natalie wrapped her legs high over his hips and clutched at his shoulders, placing hot, wet kisses along his neck and jawline.

Lord, if the way his hips gyrated in a perfect dance didn’t send her⁠—

Masterful! She shrieked, scraping her nails down his back as the most ethereal quaking overtook her. Ian’s ravishment of her body increased as his own climax neared. His body shuddered atop her; his moan was sumptuous, intoxicating.

“You are without a doubt the most delicious figment of my imagination. Will you visit me again, warrior?” She gazed into sultry eyes, her body spent, sated.

“No need, my lady. I am no imagined warrior, but as real as ye are. Welcome to Clan MacDuff.”

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The golden-haired Natalie burst into a fit of giggles. With the alcohol he’d consumed and the fantastic sex making his brain go to mush, he was thoroughly confused about her laughter.

“Why are ye laughing?”