Page 85 of The Highlander's Temporary Bride
“And I can give you pleasure like what you gave me?” she asked.
He nodded, his eyes dancing.
“I want to,” she confessed. “Seems only fair.”
For a moment, she eyed him, then she realized what to do and sank down to her knees. Grant sucked in a sharp breath, and she smiled up at him, letting her hands rest on his strong thighs while his length bobbed in front of her.
“How is this?” she asked.
“Christ in Heaven,” Grant ground out, the muscles in his neck tense. “I may come from the sight alone.”
“Not yet,” Emma murmured and pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his member, causing him to shout.
Eyeing it, she began to use her hands and mouth, kissing and licking. Grant’s hands delved into her hair and tugged on it, not painfully but firmly, and he guided her.
He began to murmur praise and adulation, making her brim over with a strange pride. But even as he encouraged and instructed her, Emma knew that she had this big Scottish warrior, this Laird and former mercenary, at her mercy.
She, Emma Wells, had conquered the Devil of Banrose’s heart—and body.
Grant seemed to struggle to hold out longer, but she got the hang of it too quickly, and soon he was shouting out his climax. He all but collapsed onto the edge of the bed, drawing in deep gulps of air, and Emma sprawled beside him. She trailed her fingers up his sternum and across his pectorals, which were lightly dusted with dark hair.
“You are so strong,” she murmured. “And so beautiful.”
A laugh rumbled out of him. “Only aSassenachwould say such a thing.” He rolled toward her, his gaze wicked and sensual. “I have recovered from yer sinful and skilled mouth, me love. Shall I return the pleasure?”
Emma bit her lip and shook her head. “No. Will you… Can we do something while facing each other? I want to see your face?—”
She barely had time to finish that sentence before Grant had stood up and wrapped an arm around her waist. In a series of fast, fluid motions, he’d thrown back the covers, tossed her on the pillows, and climbed over her.
Emma reached for him and slid her hands up his strong stomach, feeling his muscles flex under her touch. Grant knelt between her legs and pushed them apart, then gripped her hips. She gasped as he pulled her closer, one hand on her hip and the other splayed across her stomach.
“Oh, Emma,” he murmured as his hard length stroked her pulsing, hot center. “There are so many ways I can take ye. I am nae sure one lifetime will be enough.” His eyes glinted at her. “Shall I show ye?”
Emma nodded, and he surged inside her, causing her to arch off the bed. One of his hands gripped her breast, doing wicked things to her nipple, and the other held her hips.
“Wrap yer legs around me. Aye—see, yer body kens.”
His hair fell forward, and Emma fought to keep her eyes open, to watch him take her. She loved the way his face became fierce and focused, but his eyes never lost that playful heat or deep tenderness.
This time, he was slower and more deliberate, which only drew out her pleasure in a way that made her beg for release. Soon, he was wrapped around her, still going slow, tasting her pleas on his tongue.
“Grant,” she sobbed. “I cannot—I must,please.”
“Ye can, and I ken,” he murmured.
Suddenly, his hand was between them, teasing a secret spot between her legs, and Emma came so hard that she saw stars.
Grant seemed to hold off his pleasure until her climax ebbed, as though he knew that she wanted to see him come undone. And when he did, her body arched off the bed as she climaxed again.
After that, it took them several minutes to speak, never mind move.
But soon, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing hard, a dance that played over and over throughout the night.
As Grant promised, he taught her pleasure and sweetness and love until the sun rose and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
CHAPTER 35
After two daysof spending almost every moment in each other’s arms, including a memorable afternoon sharing a bath, Grant knew they could tarry no longer. The servants were a bit alarmed, no matter how many times Emma reassured them that he was her husband, as per the Queen’s Edict.
