Page 75 of Highlander's Wild Lass
“Nay, what did ye say?” she demanded.
His eyes shot to her, drinking her in. A determined look settled on her features, and he saw the Celestia he had chosen to marry. Not the timid one that had been walking around the castle since their wedding night.
“What did ye say?” she demanded once more, narrowing her eyes.
His mind wouldn’t focus on anything else, just Celestia in those trews and how much he adored the glare she was giving him. He surged into her, lifting her up.
“Anthony!” she breathed; her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “What are ye—”
Anthony grasped the back of her head and pulled her in to kiss. Her hands wrapped around him, clutching fistfuls of his hair. He looked over her shoulder; the hay shed was just beyond.
He set her down, grabbed her hand, and ran to the shed.
“What about Grannus?” she asked, able to keep up with him without tripping over her skirts.
“He’s a horse, he will be fine.” His voice came out rougher than expected, but they stood just inside the hay shed. There was only one small window, and it was piled nearly to the top with hay. Save for one spot, just inside the door. He pushed her against the wall, sucking on her neck, trailing kisses as he untied the thin strings that kept the top of her shirt closed, exposing her collarbone.
Anthony dragged his mouth from her, looking down at her trews that were tucked into her boots. He knelt and pulled off each of her riding boots. He unhooked the single hook that held them to her body and slid them off her. His hands slid back up her thighs, wanting to drag his teeth across them all the way to the apex of her legs.
“This is madness,” he groaned.
“I daenae think ye hate them, Anthony,” she purred, pulling him to stand, hovering her lips close to his. “Do ye?” She ran a hand over the seam of his trews, leaning into her hand, feeling how ready he was for her.
His need for her defied reason. Defied all conscious thought, he couldn’t make sense of it. He didn’t want to make sense of it. She filled his every sense. He hurriedly undid his own trews, but it was Celestia who tugged them down, exposing him.
“I daenae, lass.” His mouth took hers as one of his hands found her breast. With the other arm, he snaked it under her knee, bringing it around his hip.
He surged into her and stilled. Unable to comprehend that she was his, completely lost in the heat of her. “Oh, God, Celestia,” he moaned, beginning to move slowly.
And then an absolutely lustful sensation came over him. She was his, in every sense of the word. His hips ground into hers, frenzied in their power and he thrust into her until she was moaning, head thrown back against the brick.
Celestia clutched at him, hanging onto him with all her might. Her muscles stiff around him. “Anthony,” she gasped, pleading. “Ant—I’m—”
He was so close, so very close. He slammed forward once more, and she fell apart in his arms, shaking and soundless. Anthony went entirely still and held her there against the wall as they both finally became aware of the world around them.
He gave a single, easy kiss as their breath slowed and lowered her back to the ground.
Celestia smiled as she smoothed his hair. “Well,” she said, grinning, “ye’ve made me very late.”
His lips broke into a devilish smile. “How terrible of me,” he murmured huskily, pulling her into one more kiss before they put themselves back together again.
They emerged from the hay shed, cheeks red and smiles on their faces. Celestia’s horse had not gone far, it had wandered off the path and was grazing on a patch of tall grass.
Celestia fussed with her shirt, making sure it was tucked evenly all the way around. “We cannae do that again.”
“Then ye cannae wear those again,” he said, pointing to her trews.
She laughed. “Nay chance.”
Anthony took up Grannus’ lead and walked with Celestia to the courtyard. The hustle had slowed and only Jacob, his horse, and Sebastian were in the courtyard.
Sebastian’s eyes bounced from Celestia to Anthony, sending a knowing look in his direction.
“Jacob!” Celestia called, smoothing pieces of her hair that had come loose in the shed. “Apologies, I dinnae mean to keep ye waitin’ long.”
“Nae at all, Miss Celestia. We’ll still make good time.”
Celestia nodded. “Will ye help me?” she asked, looking at Anthony.
