Page 37 of The Highlander's Auctioned Bride
“I’d have taken yer king in three moves,” she insisted as he finally reached her, his hands falling to her waist as he looked down at her.
“I dinnae think so, lass,” he grunted. “I am owed the pleasure ye promised me,” he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “and ye screamed so loud earlier, I believe I am challenged to make the next even louder.”
She was trembling so violently he must have been able to feel it as his hands tightened on her waist.
“Y—ye said ye wouldnae touch me until I begged ye.”
“Aye,” he mused, “but I have already touched ye, and ye begged me then.”
Maisie’s cheeks flushed crimson as she remembered her desperation as his tongue had moved inside her—please don’t stop.
She backed away, but he followed her, she looked around for an escape but there was none to be had.
Her shoulder hit the high back of a chair, and she was pinned in place. His arms bracketed on either side of her, his eyes glistening with a feral light that she both craved and feared.
“Ye asked me about me pleasure earlier, lass,” he said, and she gasped as his long, thick fingers gripped her wrist. She looked down between them as he pulled her hand to his kilt and pressed it firmly against the solid mass beneath.
She looked up at him—agape with need and the impropriety of the act.
He smiled a wicked smile. “Can ye feel what ye dae to me?” he said, rocking his hips against her hand so that she could feel the length moving against her fingers. “I have ne’er wanted a woman more, and that’s the truth.”
Her eyes were still staring at her hand as a foreign pleasure built within her. She wanted to please him, as he had pleased her.
Slowly, her fingers released him, but he still had hold of her wrist. She looked up, and whatever he saw in her eyes made himgive another slow smile. Without warning, he pushed her hand beneath his kilt where her flesh touched his.
“Och,” she exclaimed as he closed his eyes, his head falling backward.
“Touch me,” he commanded, and she had no choice but to obey. Uncertain of her movement at first but taking her cues from him, she watched her fingers touching his flesh as the sight gave her an unexpected shock of pleasure. The quiet of the room was punctuated by his shuddering breaths as his hips began to move in tandem with her.
“Does it feel good?” she asked. His head snapped up to look back at her, his eyes black with suppressed need. In a moment, he had bent double, pushing his arm about her waist and scooping her onto his shoulder.
She shrieked briefly before he tossed her on the bed and stood before her, a towering mountain of a man. He was ready to take her, just as he had told her he would.
“Aye, it feels good, lass, dae ye want to see how good?”
She was lost for words as he gripped the folds of her dress and tugged her to the edge of the bed.
“Did I say that ye looked beautiful today?” he asked. Maisie tried not to take the words to heart, but something about them struck a chord and she gave a soft smile.
“Nae, ye didnae.”
“Ye were the most breathtakin’ bride I ever saw,” he said, and she felt hope bloom in her chest until—“I couldnae think of anythin’ but gettin’ ye out of this bonnie dress.”
Is that all he wants? Is this all that it will ever be between us?
His hands were at her ankles, dispensing with her shoes in an instant and running greedily over her legs. He stared down at her figure hungrily. It scattered her thoughts, and the doubts and concerns melted away as his calloused fingers brushed against her inner thighs.
“I’ve dreamt of yer body since the first time I saw ye.”
Maisie gasped in shock as he flipped her onto her front, lying over her to unlace her dress. She felt the fabric rip as he pulled it down over her shoulders, leaving her lying in her nightgown as he threw the dress carelessly behind him.
He flipped her back to face him, pulling her up and looking into her eyes, a question in the depths of them.
“I want ye, and I intend to have ye, I’ll worship ye as ye should be worshipped. Unless ye tell me nae this instant, I am goin’ to bed ye, and make ye scream me name.”
Maisie felt all the fight drain out of her. She had no more strength left to resist this man. His strong arms felt like theywere holding her above the real world. This room seemed like another place entirely, where she didn’t have to make choices about her future or care what he truly thought of her.
Now, all she could feel was his body against her, his breath in her ears, his scent enveloping her like a shroud. She wanted him just as deeply as he seemed to want her.
