Page 50 of The Highlander's Temporary Bride
“Christ, Emma, is there nay part of ye that isnae the most beautiful thing a man could ever hope to see?” he murmured.
Before she could answer, he leaned forward to fasten his hot mouth to her breast while he caressed the other, dragging his thumb back and forth over the tip until she was moaning.
Pleasure shot from her breasts to her core, and she almost wriggled away from him—it was too much. But the hand splayed on her bare back kept her in place. The contrast of his hot mouth and touch and the cool breeze from the loch drove her to distraction.
Holding his head, her fingers raking through his dark hair, Emma looked up at the fading sky, a bright star shining overhead.
I never thought it could be like this. That one could feel so free—so good.
It somehow felt like the most wicked and most sacred moment of her life. And when Grant switched to her other breast, he lightly nipped it, causing her to buck against him.
“Ye like this, do ye nae, Emma?” he murmured.
She nodded, biting her lip and pulling on his hair. But he stilled.
“Tell me.”
“I-I adore it,” she babbled, feeling foolish. “I want more.”
“And ye shall have it,” Grant said, before flicking his tongue over her nipple again. “But dinnae hold back yer sounds, lass. I want to hear ye.”
“Grant—please,” she whispered, and then she cried out as he lightly nipped her again. “Oh God, do not stop.”
He kissed up her neck then, sending a shiver through her. She almost bowed over him, but then their eyes met. Grant’s breath became ragged as he watched her, his hand sliding up her thigh, under her skirts.
He paused, as though waiting for her to tell him to stop, but she let out a helpless mewl. Intent, his hand moved higher, and he pushed her skirts aside with his other hand while she got more comfortable. She squeaked when he suddenly spread his legs, forcing her own further apart, and she trembled with anticipation.
“I cannae wait to feel ye,mo cridhe,” Grant said, his voice even huskier and deeper than usual. “Shall I make ye forget yer own name?”
Emma, with her breasts bared, her skirts rucked up, and a laird’s hand cupping her heat over her underclothes, somehow found it within her to toss her head. “You may try, Sir.”
His eyes lit at the challenge, and a single finger stroked her center through her drawers. “Ye wicked minx. I ken that ye have wondered for too long. Let me answer yer questions.”
With that, Grant flipped her so that her back was against his chest. Her legs were still on the other side of his, and he hiked up her skirts more, but then his hand settled on her knee.
“Undo yer smallclothes, tug them down a bit until ye can feel the breeze from the loch. Leave yer hand there,” he purred in her ear.
Emma thrilled from head to toe and did as he said while he idly played with one of her breasts. When she had managed to loosen her smallclothes, a breeze blew, and she shivered. She made to pull her hand back, but Grant took it.
“Stroke yerself,” he murmured as he guided her. Her hips bucked. “Aye, right there.”
“Grant—Grant,” she gasped through chattering teeth. “I-I shouldn’t.”
What was she playing at?
But Grant continued to guide her with his hand, and she felt herself unraveling. Something was happening—a heat blossoming through her, a release clamoring through her body.
“That’s right,” he said. “I ken ye will touch yerself again, seekin’ out this moment.” Emma twisted and writhed, but he pinned her against him. “And ye will remembermetouch in that moment.Mebody against yers, learnin’ yer pleasure with me lands, Me Lady.” He pressed a kiss to her neck and then breathed in her ear. “Ye are more than welcome.”
At that moment, Emma shattered and arched her back. Heat and light crashed through her, and she screamed out in sheer bliss. She had beenundoneby this man.
A sob tore out of her. For a moment, she thought she’d never return to her body—only live in this pleasure. All she could do was chant Grant’s name in her head.
“Shall I make ye forget yer own name?”
When she came back to herself, shivering against him, she realized that he had wrapped his arms around her and was holding her.
“Remember yer name yet?” he murmured into her hair and pressed a kiss there.
