Page 14 of What a Highlander’s Got to Do

“I had to sneak away.”

“I’m glad you did.”

“So am I.”

And as easily as that, the awkwardness between them dissolved. They moved as one, together, into each other’s arms with a furor that surprised and delight him. Her mouth was hot against his as they tasted each other. Her fingers threaded into his hair, scored his scalp as the kiss deepened. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, delighting in the feel of her curves against his hardness.

And his hardness grew.

She sighed into his mouth. Rubbed against him, just so. Held him closer.

His sanity fled.

He kissed his way along her cheek and nested in the crook of her neck, drawing in her unique scent, sipping at her nectar, nipping at her flesh.

“Oh, God,” she said in something of a snarl, and to his delight, she reciprocated.

Her tiny pearly teeth scraped against his neck and he shuddered. But he was not prepared for what she did next. She drew his flesh into her mouth and sucked, the way she had sucked on his tongue.

It nearly unmanned him.

With a growl, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the blanket and, unmindful of scones or clotted cream, or berries or anything else he had so carefully selected for her gastronomic delight, he brushed it all away and settled her in an unencumbered spot. Then settled himself beside her, and over her.

And damn, it felt good.

They fell into a frenzy after that, ripping at each other’s clothes, exploring each other’s bodies. He took great delight in making her writhe and scream and cry for more as he suckled the tender tips of her breast through her chemise.

While she was so distracted, he reached for her ankle, then made his way up the creamy skin of her thigh to that warm nest he so coveted.

He found her wet.

He had to take a moment, there, to catch his breath.

It was nearly unbearable to know she wanted him with the fervor with which he wanted her.

But he could not resist for long. So much to taste. So much to explore.

When he delved between her folds and found that hard nub, she howled.

She actually howled.

He was possessed for a moment of the thought that maybe she wasn’t an experienced woman after all, so surprised was she in the pleasure of it.

But no woman responded like this if she didn’t know what was coming.

She couldn’t.

He smiled at her as he circled her, teased her, flicked at her clitoris as she trembled beneath him, staring up at him with parted lips and limpid eyes. “Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

And he gave her what she wanted.

It was a torment and a delight, pleasuring her. Watching her step into the storm he created within her, while his own needs rampaged through him. But it was worth it.

After he’d made her come once (maybe twice), he eased lower, toward that coveted cavern. He needed her and he needed her now. But he wanted to be sure she was ready—

His heart stuttered when his questing fingers found something they were not anticipating. Something he had never expected to find.

Something disastrous.