Page 97 of The Highlander's Accidental Wife
She leaned in and kissed him—a light, teasing kiss, and then a firmer one, as though she were making another point.
“One should not wait for good things when they’re alive, but seize them.”
“Or ask them to dance?” Damien tried to jest, but his throat was tight.
Nodding, Helena kissed him again, this time on the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw, and then his neck. Finally, she pressed a kiss to his bare chest, right above his heart, and then laid her cheek there.
“To think that I almost died without telling you that I loved you,” she whispered. “It does not bear thinking of—but I cannot stop. And every time, it threatens to break my heart.” She tightened her arms around his waist. “How I love you, Damien.”
“Hel,” he murmured and stroked a hand over her hair. “This is what has been troublin’ ye, hmm? But I am here. And I love ye. That’s all that matters.”
“Exactly,” Helena said and stepped back. Her chest rose and fell as she reached up and began to undo the stays of her gown. “I do not intend to waste any more time. I have wanted you since I saw you step out of the shadows in Fallenworth, since the first time you looked at me—smiled at me…”
Damien could not believe what was happening. His blood was hot, and yet he tried to hold onto every moment, remember Helena’s every word. Her fingers were steady as she undid her gown and let it drop to the ground, leaving her naked under her cloak in the moonlight.
“Since the first time you touched me when we danced, I wanted more. I wanted you.” She bit her lip and gave him a shy look. “I’d never had such vivid thoughts about a man before. Never thought I would have such vivid thoughts about a big, scary Highlander.”
“Aye?” Damien said in a hoarse voice as he looked at his betrothed, bared for him, her pretty breasts pebbling in the cold. “Did ye think about me touchin’ and kissin’ every inch of ye? Because that’s what I wanted. To make ye moan and laugh andcry out me name—beg for more.” He swallowed and added in a whisper, “And make love to ye.”
At that, Helena’s eyes lit up, and she reached for him, but he was already there, kissing her. His hands were in her long, damp hair, and then his teeth were teasing her collarbone as she panted.
His hands were greedy and unrestrained, seeking out every inch of her bare flesh. Before, the time they’d spent together always seemed limited, never enough. And yet Damien would’ve waited a year for her.
“I would’ve waited decades for ye, me love,” he said as he kissed her neck again and kneaded her breasts without mercy. “But I am glad ye have seen sense.”
He’d said as much to rile her, and sure enough, her eyes flashed with outrage. Unable to help himself, he pinched her nipples, and her head fell back. Now, he lowered his mouth and sucked on them, before moving lower and kissing her quivering stomach.
Helena reached for him, but he shook his head and kissed her again.
“If ye touch me, I willnae make it,” he said between kisses. Then, his hand trailed down and teased her warmth, causing her to jolt. “But ye… Well, I am big, love. Let me ready ye.”
She nodded, biting her lip, and then she let out a soft cry of pleasure when he teased her pearl. “Damien, please.”
“Och, so impatient,” Damien muttered as he teased her more, and her face tightened with pleasure. “I love that look—so focused as I discover all yer secrets.”
She begged and writhed against him until he could not wait any longer. Seizing her waist, he lifted her, and she knew to wrap her legs around him. He bucked against her, and she moaned.
“Aye, love, ye shall take me soon,” he snarled. “How did I bloody wait for so long?”
Carrying her over to a mossy rock, Damien laid her down, and she propped herself up on her elbows. Meanwhile, she pressed her heels by her bum and opened her legs.
He stared, and she gave him a shy look. “Like this?”
“For now,” he gritted out.
He flipped up his kilt and grasped her waist, pulling her forward. She let out a mewl as his hot, hard manhood stroked against her. His entire body clenched in pleasure at the feel of her soft heat, never mind what was waiting for him.
“D’ye want me deep, Hel? Or shall I show ye a bit of mercy this time?”
Helena shivered under his touch and gave him a smile that he wanted to taste. “I did try to make you wait. I’m not sure I deserve mercy.”
CHAPTER 37
Her big,scary Highlander, with his wild hair and wild gaze, gave her a smile that was both tender and ravenous.
“Nor do I, me love,” Damien said.
He grabbed one of her legs, and she gasped as he set her ankle on his shoulder. Cool air teased her center, and she’d never felt more exposed—or ready.
