Page 36 of Her Reluctant Highlander Husband

A hard length of flesh shot up toward her, causing her to yelp with surprise. She’d never seen such a thing. Her own body surely wasn’t built like that.

Her confusion must have shown on her face. After another laugh, he took her hand and placed it on the part of him that was so different from her.

He groaned, but the smile remained on his face, proving he enjoyed the torment. She looked down at the odd thing, noticing how smooth it was, as if the skin had never been touched by the sun or any harshness the world had to offer.

She gasped when she recalled something similar Millie had said about her husband’s cock.

So, this was a cock.

And she was touching it. If she remembered correctly, he would be putting it inside her.

Inside? Nay. That wasn’t possible.

And another thing… Millie had said she was to put her mouth on it. Good lord. How would she ever fit this into her mouth?

Her breath, which had already been coming quickly, picked up speed until she felt she might faint with panic.

“Calm down,” he said softly. “I’m not sure what you’ve heard about what happens next, but I promise you, all will be well.”

She didn’t see how. She needed to leave. Her body might enjoy his touch—more than enjoy it, to be honest—but what was to happen next would be too much.

But before she could flee, he reached up and cupped one of her breasts. She froze and made another sound as the ache she’d been feeling in her heavy breasts eased slightly.

“Do you like when I touch you here?”

She did. She nodded quickly so he would know how very much she liked it. He bent and placed his mouth over the peak, using his tongue to rasp a particularly sensitive area. Blissful sensation shivered through her. She whimpered and nearly lost her balance.

His arms found her and held her steady, somehow without releasing his mouth. He walked toward the bed and she suddenly realized her feet were off the floor. She had a feeling of floating, and then he leaned her over the edge of the bed and fell on top of her. But she didn’t feel smashed by his weight, she felt only the warmth of his skin on hers as he held himself above her.

He moved to her other breast, and she wiggled on the bed, unsure how to ask for what she wanted, even if she were willing to speak. There were no words for what she needed. At least none that she knew.

She’d been so focused on what his mouth was doing, she hadn’t realized his hand had moved down her body. She sucked in a breath when he pushed one of his fingers inside her, filling a place she hadn’t known existed. The pleasure made her cry out in surprise.

“Do ye like that?”

Another nod.

“When you’re ready, I’m going to put this part of me here in this spot,” he said as he took her hand and pressed it against the hard bulge.

She had no idea how mating worked. Being locked in her room, she’d never even had the opportunity to see animals doing it. His explanation seemed a bit preposterous, but she trusted him, and she did like the way he’d made her feel thus far.

She was sure she would like whatever came next as well. Certainly the women in the kitchen seemed to like it.

He shifted and slid a second finger inside her. He waited and she relaxed as her body acclimated to the feeling. When he still didn’t move, she pressed down, relying on instincts to direct her. She pulled her hips back and pushed forward again, moaning at the pleasure building deep inside her.

He whispered words, but she didn’t hear all of them. The ones she was able to focus on told her to seek out what felt good. To enjoy the moment.

In truth, she hadn’t a clue what was happening. She was simply dizzy with the sensations. Something unfamiliar was building inside her, and every thrust of his hand brought her closer to whatever it was.

He moved his fingers.

It was the slightest change in angle, but it was enough to push her all the way over whatever mountain she’d been climbing.

But instead of falling, she flew.

Chapter Thirteen

Bryce felt as if he’d been caught in a whirlwind. He’d kissed Dorie as a means of apology. As a way to let her know he was sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusions.