Page 75 of Wedded to the Heartless Highlander
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Hunter rose to his feet and slid his hands down her thighs, lifting her effortlessly against him. Erica wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirts pooling around them as he pressed her back against the tree bark. His kisses were relentless, searing a path from her lips to her collarbone and back again.
Erica had never felt anything like this—this overwhelming desire, this uncontrollable need. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper sent sparks through her veins. His hands slid under her skirts, skimming the bare skin of her thighs before brushing against her wet heat. That touch sent a bolt of earth-shattering pleasure to her core.
She wanted more. Needed more. She pawed at his shoulders, suppressing a throaty moan.
“Dinnae hold back,” she gasped as he slid a finger inside her, playing her like a puppet.
Hunter chuckled low in his throat, the rumbling sound sending a thrill through her as he pumped his finger into her again andagain, and then added another finger. “Ye will be the death of me, lass.”
His lips captured hers again, more demanding as she pulled his shirt free from his trousers and slid it up over his broad shoulders. He broke their kiss long enough to let her tug it over his head, then retook her lips with an intensity that stole her breath.
His free hand made quick work of her bodice, and he took one of her nipples in his mouth as he thrust his fingers into her relentlessly.
“Now, please,” she begged, feeling herself coming undone.
“I told ye, I willnae take ye here,” he said and sucked almost painfully on her erect nipple, coaxing a whimper out of her.
“Take me now, or ye will never have me,” she threatened, half-crazed with desire as he buried his fingers so deep inside her that she threw her head back and gasped for air.
“Now,” she pressed.
In an instant, his fingers slid out of her, only to be replaced by his rock-hard length.
He was drenched in her arousal, surely dripping with it as he guided her onto his member. The feeling of being overfull made her vision blur.
“Oh… my…” she gasped, only to be cut off as he suddenly thrust into her.
The moan she let out was so loud that anyone who may have been passing by might have thought she was yelling.
Hunter held her securely in his arms, but he took a step back from the tree to push into her deeper. He pumped into her fast and hard. Each thrust pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
Between her crazed moans, Erica heard his heavy breaths and groans with each deep thrust.
“Christ alive, ye are gorgeous, Erica,” he grunted before they climaxed.
Her body shuddered around his throbbing member as she came undone. He had claimed her. Every inch of her.
I am his.
It was the only thing she could think about as they stood there. She was still in his arms as she came down from her high. They stayed joined, their breaths slowly evening out.
Hunter rested his forehead against hers, his hands cradling her face with surprising tenderness. Erica felt a lump form in her throat, a realization dawning on her with startling clarity.
I think I love this man.
She didn’t know when it happened or how, but the truth was undeniable. She loved her husband—the brooding, infuriating, stubborn man who had stolen her breath and her heart in equal measure.
Eventually, Hunter pulled out of her and lowered her to her feet. She smoothed down her dress, her cheeks still flushed. He adjusted his tunic, his gaze soft but unreadable as he watched her.
Just as she stepped away from the tree, a flicker of movement caught her eye. She froze, her heart leaping into her throat.
“Hunter,” she hissed. “I think… I think someone’s watchin’ us.”
Hunter was immediately on high alert, reaching for the sword at his belt. “Where?”
She pointed toward the edge of the gardens, where the shadows seemed to shift unnaturally. Hunter moved in front of her, his posture tense as he scanned the area. After a few moments, he shook his head.
