Page 25 of What a Highlander’s Got to Do

She laughed. “I think so.”

God knew, he was.

“Stop me if I hurt you,” he said, again, praying she did not.

He sucked in a deep breath and came over her, fisting his aching cock and setting it to her opening. She was slick with arousal and it made his mind spin but that was nothing to the insanity that took him as he eased inside.

She was tight, hot, ready. And God, he loved the way she closed around him. The way her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted as he sank deep.

He held himself still for a moment, gritting his teeth. “All right?” he asked in a groan.

“Oh, yes. Yes.”

To his delight, she lifted and spread her knees, giving him even more access. She took him in, every inch.

It was torment to pull out, but his body demanded it.

And in.

And out.

And then, as she became used to the rhythm, she moved with him, urging him on, demanding more and more still.

He knew he could not hold out long, but he did his best, fighting oblivion as long as he could. He was glad he had—as agonizing as it had been—when she came around him in a glorious rush.

It was an all-out plummet for him then, moving faster and faster as he lost control, barreling toward fulfillment, with her at his side.

She cried out again, one last time, as his cock spasmed, his muscles locked, and he released into her waiting body. Bliss blinded him. Ecstasy descended.

He held her then, for long moments as they both recovered.

He loved that feeling. The warmth in his veins, the lazy drizzle of contentment.

How wonderful it had been. How wonderful she had been.

He rolled over and took her with him, wrapping them both in blankets. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“Mmm.” She nuzzled at his neck.

“Is that a yes?” he asked on a chuckle.

“Yes. It was amazing.” She opened her eyes and gazed at him, then kissed him on the nose. “Thank you, Nick.”

“Um, thank you.”

“I always wondered what all the fuss was about.”

“Do you understand now?”

“I think I do.” She smiled at him, and he had to smile back. “So . . . When do you suppose we can try that again?”

And he laughed. How could he not?

* * *

They made love two more times that day in the little lean-to and each was as wonderful as the last.

Then they made plans to meet the next day and the next.