Page 45 of Her Reluctant Highlander Husband

The best thing by far—the thing that proved his attraction—was the pleasure he felt each night when he slid into bed behind her and pulled her body against his chest. It had started as a way to ensure she didn’t roll over and re-injure her wound. But now there was no worry. Other than a bit of stiffness, she was healed enough to move around. Her skin had healed into a tight pink scar.

Neither of them mentioned that fact during the nights as he continued to hold her, even though both of them knew it wasn’t necessary. At least it wasn’t necessary for healing purposes.

In truth, Bryce thought he might die if he had to let her go.

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Dorie shifted uncomfortably in bed. While her wound had healed, she was still in pain each night when Bryce pulled her close. Not from the injury, but from the deep ache in her core from wanting him so much. She’d waited as long as she could stand it. She couldn’t take any more.

Shifting away, she rolled onto her back and turned her head to look at his face. The moonlight spilled through the window, lighting up their small room so she could see him clearly. His eyes, though cast in shadow, were open and his gaze was on her.

“What’s the matter?” he whispered.

She didn’t answer right away as she gathered the courage needed to take the next step.

Words had been a stranger to her for so long, she found they eluded her now. Instead, she rested her hand on his cheek and leaned forward to press her lips to his.

Like a spark to tinder, her husband caught fire. His lips moved against hers; his tongue invaded her mouth with a moan. She wound her leg around his hip and used her thigh to draw him closer to where she needed him most. His hand kneaded her breast as his breath quickened.

“Please,” she begged when his hand moved lower across her arse to caress the heat between her legs.

“Are you sure you’ve healed enough?”

“I need you,” was her only answer. Even if she wasn’t healed enough for such activity, she didn’t care. Nothing was more important than having Bryce inside her. “Please.”

“God, Dorie. I want you so badly I’m not sure I’ll last but a minute.”

She wasn’t sure she needed that long, but instead of joining with her, he continued to rub his fingers over that place where she wanted him. He pushed one of his long fingers inside her, and she moaned in pleasure. While it wasn’t enough to ease the ache, she moved against him.

A second finger filled her, and when he curved them slightly to hit some divine place inside her, she cried out as her body clenched desperately around him.

He quieted her with his mouth as she calmed afterward. Her body relaxed part by part, and she could have easily fallen to sleep if not for Bryce’s kisses moving down her neck to her chest.

He placed a soft kiss to the scar above her breast. “I’m so glad you’re still here with me,” he whispered so softly she wasn’t sure he’d actually spoken.

He dipped his head to take her nipple into his mouth. Too soon, he released it, causing a shiver when the chilled air touched her damp skin.

He moved lower and lower, under the covers so she stayed in the comfort of the warm bedding. It meant she wasn’t able to see him, and probably that he couldn’t see. When his lips settled on the place where his fingers had just been, she thought it was by accident…until he moaned and continued with purpose.

She recalled hearing about this. She’d thought she’d never be so bold as to allow such a thing, but here she was with her fingers clenched in her husband’s hair, holding him in place while she moved against his ministrations.

How strange life was. The way it changed. The way a person could learn to accept something one never thought possible. Long for it, even.

When he moved back up her body, she wiggled with excitement. She knew what would happen next and was eager for him to join his body with hers. She couldn’t keep her hips still as he placed kisses up her body.

Soon he was positioned between her thighs and his lips had found hers. Instead of thrusting in quickly as she’d expected, he entered her with slow, exquisite pleasure.

“Bryce,” she called out.

“I like hearing my name on your lips,” he said next to her ear, his hot breath adding to the heat searing her body with every touch.

“Faster,” she begged, allowing instincts to guide her in what she needed.

“Faster means it will be over too soon.”

She understood, and a grin came to her face.

“Ah, I see you’re embracing your powers, witch.” A smile pulled at his lips.