Page 83 of The Highlander's Temporary Bride
His hand squeezed her bare side, and he tried to tamp down his desire. “Lass, wait, ye are an Outlander. Ye may not ken…” He pulled away and tried to breathe. “If this is too much?—”
“It’s not enough,” Emma insisted, cutting him off. “And I know—but I also want tofeel. I want you.”
Grant let his hand trail down her bare back, enjoying the dips of her spine, the dimples and the rolls. Then, his fingers trailed up the back of her bare thigh, and she shivered, biting her lip.
“I thought ye wanted a gentleman.” Grant couldn’t help the teasing smile that spread across his face. “Nae a rough devil who would make ye scream with pleasure but dutifully do his duty inthe dark.” He lightly smacked her rump, and she let out a yelp. “Am I right?”
Emma sat up slightly and reached out a hand to touch his face. “I want both,” she said. “And you showed me that I could have both.”
His chest rose and fell, all mirth fading away. “Emma…”
“I want the Devil and the Prince and whatever else folk do in the bedroom,” Emma added with a mischievous laugh. “But mostly, I want you.”
Grant was burning with such intense heat and need that he tore off his shirt. Emma’s eyes went wide, and she pushed her bum back as he yanked up his kilt. He gave his length a good stroke and grinned.
“Here is more andmore, lass,” he grunted and wrapped an arm around her waist. Emma gasped as the head of his manhood pressed against her entrance. “And now I take ye.”
With one thrust, Grant entered her, and she let out a wild cry. Her walls clenched around him in a way that made him see stars, a hot pressure coiling at the base of his spine. He forced himself to stay still, to let her get accustomed to his girth, and she trembled against him.
Breathing hard into her neck, his bare chest pressed against her back, he savored her half-dressed state, the silk around themthat seemed to accentuate her soft heat. His hand pressed into the soft mattress, along with his knees, and he adjusted himself to better take her.
“Oh,” Emma moaned and nearly bowed backward. “Do—do that again.”
“I have somethin’ better,” he whispered as he slowly pulled out of her and then slowly slid back in.
Emma let out a strangled sob, crying out his name, and ground her hips back.
“I have ye, Emma,” he murmured. “But I did promise to take ye like the devil.”
Yet, even as those teasing words left his mouth and he began to teach his wife the real meaning of pleasure, Grant sensed that he’d soon be humbled. For being connected with Emma, and the heights of pleasure he was experiencing, had never felt more sacred.
Deep down, he knew he’d never been a devil, but a man who’d lost his way—and found her in the woods.
“God, I love ye,” he said into her hair as he held her closer, losing himself in that love. “How I love ye, Emma.”
CHAPTER 34
Grant surrounded her,held her, and filled her. She did not understand how she’d gone so long without ever knowing something like this existed. No wonder why no one spoke of what happened between husband and wife—no one would do anything else, she was sure.
And folk would clamor to marry for this kind of love.
For her body trembled under his touch, and her heart shivered at his murmurs of love.
“Imagine if I never found ye,” he said into her neck and kissed her there. “Nay, it couldnae be. I was meant to find ye, and ye were meant to find me.” He shuddered against her, and she cried out as she arched against him, intense pleasure simmering in her core. “Ye feel so good.”
If Emma could speak, she would have agreed. As it was, she wondered if one could die from pleasure and joy. Grant spokein Gaelic then, as though he could no longer find the words in English. And shelovedfeeling that heated, strange language against her skin.
I love you.She pressed back against him, circling her hips to meet his, and starting to shake with bliss.You are mine, and I am yours.
“I love ye,” Grant rasped in her ear and lifted her so that she was in his lap, and he drove up into her. At that angle, he hit a deeper spot, and she writhed, then gasped into his mouth as he kissed her. “Ye are mine. Ye have always been mine, and I have always been yers.”
At that moment, her pleasure hit its crescendo, and her entire body seemed to clench and ripple around Grant, who let out a guttural groan. He shook against her, thrusting into her a few more times, and then they both collapsed onto the bed.
Grant lay half on top of her, breathing hard, his arms and legs wrapped around her, and Emma never wanted him to move. Her body had never felt more alive, never felt more sensitive in the most delicious of ways, and she let out a happy sigh as he kissed her shoulder.
“Lass, ye are extraordinary,” he murmured. “Truly.”
Emma, feeling shy, snuggled against him, but then they rolled over to face each other. “Is it always like this? So intense?”
