Page 7 of Highland Warrior

Natalie laughed, rubbing tantalizingly against him. “Dinna worry, my lad, I want my treat first,” she said, mimicking his thick brogue.

Ian growled low in his throat and reached up, grasping her head in his hand. Half-sitting up, he captured her mouth for a torrid kiss. Their lips clashed, slanting this way and that as they devoured each other.

Ripping away from him, Natalie’s gaze burned with surreal hunger. Ian savored and reciprocated her passionate aura. She shoved him back on the bed, sliding her hips forward until her sweet center was only an inch from his face. He gripped her hips, tugging her forward until he could consume her. His tongue darted out to tease her nub, driving her body wild. Her sexy mewls of desire urged him further.

Her body pulsed and tightened. Ian gripped her hips harder, moaning against her. Her body trembled with the beginnings of climax. Grabbing his hands and shoving them above his head against the wall, her fingers laced with his as she rode his mouth.

“Oh, God!” Natalie arched her back, and her shriek of pleasure echoed off the walls.

Her body convulsed, legs shaking. Ian drank up her essence until her climax subsided.

She slid her body down his until they were eye to eye. “Damn, that was unbelievable.”

Her wicked grin nearly drove him mad as he captured her lips for another tawdry kiss.

Natalie drew away from Ian to gaze into his eyes, now heavily lidded. She reached behind her and stroked his hardness. He moaned low in his throat.

Turning herself around, she grasped him, sliding her hand up and down. He was magnificent. She leaned down and kissed the tip, letting her tongue tease the hole in the center. Ian grabbed her hips roughly and hauled her back as he once again savored between her thighs.

She teased him with her mouth, exhilarated by his sharp inhale. His hips pumped upward, and she laughed low in her throat as she drew her mouth back. She nibbled along his inner thighs.

His moans mingled with hers as he stroked her between her thighs.

She traced kisses along the length of his arousal until finally reaching the top. She sucked him deep down her throat. Bucking his hips upwards, he moaned with pleasure as she tantalized him with her mouth.

“Oh, aye, keep doing that,” he moaned, devouring her body once again.

Natalie continued her own ministrations, finding it hard to concentrate. And then the first tendrils of orgasm gripped her. She sucked harder, gripping and stroking him frantically, until he throbbed and pulsed inside. Her own body peaked and smoldered along with his.

Ian picked her up by the hips and flipped her onto her back, coming down on top of her.

“Your mouth works magic.” His eyes glowed, and he grinned wolfishly.

“As does yours, Laird MacDuff.” She could feel him growing hard again, and she shivered in anticipation.

“I canna get enough of ye. I want ye again.”

“Take me,” she moaned, as he plunged all the way to the hilt.

6

Morning light spilled across the bed, gilding the rough stone walls and the curve of his smile. Ian helped her gather the folds of tartan around her, his fingers deft and teasing.

“Ye wear it like ye were born to,” he said.

She laughed, though her heart thudded. Somehow, against all logic, she felt she belonged here.

A satisfied smile curved his lips. “Now that I’ve got ye all dressed, I just want to rip it off.”

Natalie flushed, feeling more elated than she could ever remember. Was it just the overabundance of bliss she’d experienced in the past twenty-four hours? All those endorphins racing through her blood…or was it something else?

“Not now, Laird of Desire. I need to eat.”

“Aye, well, we must replenish your body. Ye’ll need it.” He winked before heading for the chamber door.

Natalie regarded him with awe. His body was perfection. Lithe muscular legs covered in soft leather boots reached just below his bare knees. His kilt hung around his hips in neat pleats. A white linen shirt covered the muscles of his chest, back, and arms, and part of his tartan was slung over his shoulder.

He wasn’t the only one who wanted to rip clothes off.