Page 34 of The Highlander's Auctioned Bride
“I ken that I have nae given ye enough time,” his voice was soft, “but I’d like to give ye more.”
James’ hand moved from his side of the board, and rather than reaching for a knight or a rook, he grabbed her hand, slowly but confidently, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
“Will ye let me?” he implored.
Her breath hitched. “I?—”
He got up from his seat and came around the desk pulling her roughly into his arms, a wave of desire rushing through her.
“Maisie, I want to ken ye.”
Maisie tentatively reached her own hands up to his face, flushing red under his close attention.
“Ye want me to kiss ye, don’t ye, lass?” James asked, his voice rumbling over her lips. She was desperate to deny it but ruled by the desire pulsing through her.
“Aye!” she whispered, her heart fit to burst through her heaving chest.
He leaned down and locked his lips with hers. He tasted like whisky, tea, and honey. His mouth was soft and warm, strong as it commanded hers. She kept her mouth open, inviting him in. She was not sure if she even liked the man, but shewantedhim.
She pulled away, panting slightly, gazing up at his dark eyes. She could not stop her lips from seeking more of him, over and over, returning to his embrace.
One of James’ hands remained on her face while the other wrapped around her and pulled her close. In response, she wrapped both hands around his neck.Was this what it was like to be with a man?
Eagerness awoke inside her. She had rarely in her life been aware of such want, but she recognized it now. Sheneededmore and didn’t want this to end.
With a cry of surprise, she was lifted into the air as he placed her on the desk. His arm pushed the chess board aside and the pieces scattered all over the floor.
“Our game!” she exclaimed, “We dinnae see who won!”
“I won,” he grunted, his fingers smoothing over her skirts and, to her shock, pulling them up over her knees and leaning into her. His mouth ravaged her, his tongue plunging into it so forcefully she could barely catch her breath.
“I will show ye what it is to have a laird,” he muttered. “I willnae claim ye just yet, lass. I willnae take ye until ye beg for me, but right now I cannae hold back any longer.”
She fell back, her arms coming up to stop her from falling onto the desk. He pushed her skirts up to her waist, and she stared at him, shocked and desperate with desire.
“We shouldnae,” she said hesitantly.
“I won the game.”
“Ye did nae such thing!”
“And who will believe ye?” he asked ominously, as his head lowered to her waist and his hand spread across her belly. He held her in place as he pushed her legs aside and she shuddered, not quite knowing what he intended to do, but certain it would be just as he said—a lesson in pleasure.
At the first lap of his tongue against her most intimate flesh, she sat bolt upright, her hands buried in his hair, trying to pull him away, so shocking was the act itself.
He leaned back, his dark eyes filled with quiet authority.
“Hands on the desk, lass,” he said sternly. “This is me prize and I shall enjoy it.”
She let out a long moan of need as he returned his tongue to her body, sucking on the sensitive nub until she was writhing against him. Her hips pushed into him each time, feeling the wicked sensation of his tongueinsideher body as she quivered and trembled above him.
After an age he rose to his feet, his gaze locking with hers as she watched him move his hand to her body. She felt a rush of arousal as he pushed one finger inside her. She stared at him in surprise as he pushed in all the way to the knuckle, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.
“Ye are so tight around me,” he whispered.
“Och, God,” she stammered as something wild came alive inside her, pressing herself forward as he circled his finger inside her.
Suddenly, he pulled free, and she felt his thumb replace the finger as he leaned over her, his face hovering above her as he began to thrust without mercy, his eyes roaming over her figure.
