Page 65 of The Highlander's Auctioned Bride
James could feel his skin itching with the need to have her. He was becoming acquainted with the fire that burned through him when Maisie was close, and this occasion was no different.
Their lips caressed each other, finding a rhythm of give and take. They exchanged all the emotions they had bottled up for weeks. His lips showed her devotion and a need to care for her, a need for him to have her, want her, and need her in return.
She moaned, and her legs spread in invitation.
He still wanted to take things slowly, not rushing into anything, but his knee took up the space she gave him. He growled and rocked into her. His hand slid around to the small of her back and lifted her to meet him, letting her feel how eager he was to please her.
Maisie gasped at the contact. He continued to kiss and suck at her bottom lip, so plump and pert.
“Och, James,” she moaned, running her hands through his hair.
He chuckled. “Ye like that?” he teased, his lips hovering on hers.
She nodded, forcing his head back down so they could kiss again. She was now kissing him so eagerly that she was nipping him. He tested licking the inside of her mouth, and by the way she moaned in response, he knew she enjoyed it. The second time, she sucked on it, so he rewarded her with a small thrust.
Maisie was melting in his arms, so delectably that he was not sure he would be able to stop himself from going too far. But he wanted to treat her carefully, as precious as she was.
She writhed upward beneath him, and he felt a rush of arousal, making him ache painfully.
“Patience,” he said, as much to himself as to her, bringing his hand up to unlace her bodice.
His eyes tracked the fabric as it unpeeled from her piece by piece. He discovered that she was only wearing a simple undergarment.
“I dinnae wish to hurt ye,” he said, his fingers skimming over the edge of the bandage.
“I will be all right. I just need to be on my back,” she flushed furiously as she realized what she had said, and he grinned down at her.
“I shall have to wait to watch ye ride me then, lass,” he growled, and her fingers flexed against his shoulders as he pulled her undergarment away and exposed her perfect breasts to his hungry eyes.
He licked at each peak. Teasing her with his teeth to see her reaction, she almost bent double at the sensations he provoked in her.
“They’re perfect,” he said right against her skin.
Maisie did not know if she could blush even deeper, but her cheek—and elsewhere—were growing hotter by the moment.
She was too stunned to speak, so she just cast her head back to stare at the sky above their heads. He continued to worship her breasts, and his fingers began to undo the lace of her skirts. That was a simple knot, and then he was pushing them down past her thighs before kicking them away, careful of the bandage around her thigh.
James turned his head in and kissed the side of her knee. His lips lingered there, wet and warm against the cool air.
He worked his way up her thigh, dotting kisses along its path. Each kiss was long, and he even sucked at the skin, making the surrounding skin pucker up with goose flesh. She bit her lip, trying to withstand the growing sensation in her loins, the urgency and the hunger that threatened to take over her being.
The thin fabric of her shift rippled as he pushed it all the way up to the crease of her thighs, just barely preserving her modesty. His mouth was inches away. He sucked more intensely than he had anywhere else on her thigh, nursing the skin.
He resumed kissing her inner thigh, but now his attention moved inward. She gasped sharply as he buried his face in her mound. She whimpered when his tongue darted forth, creating a burst of pleasure. Her hands grasped for him, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going.
James chuckled, which only increased the vibrations as his tongue lapped at her nub. She moaned and arched into his affection, seeking more of it. He pushed her thighs apart and bobbed his head as he suckled her.
Maisie’s core grew tight, and her mind grew hazy. It was hard to stay grounded in reality. A cord of desire and longing wove itself between them, lining them up together so they beat in time.
She gripped the grass beneath her in an attempt to keep herself from moving too violently, overcome with the pleasure that spread out from her center. Just when she expected the intensity to peak and her heart to spill out of her chest, he lessened the pressure, keeping her on the edge of release.
He leaned back looking down at her and his eyes were so dark with lust she caught her breath.
“Are ye sure, lass? We can wait until we’re back in me bed and I’ll have ye there.”
“Nae,” she said quietly. “I want ye here, just as long as nae one is watchin’ us.”
He looked up and about them, smiling when he looked back at her.
