Page 63 of A Virgin for the Vicious Highlander
CHAPTER 27
Murdoch carriedCecilia to the nearest wall, pinning her against it as her legs wrapped around his waist. She gasped as her shoulders hit the stone, but she had no time to inhale as he took her lips in a fierce kiss. He crushed his mouth to hers as if he had been waiting for the opportunity, throwing all of his rules out of the window.
And she would not waste the opportunity either.
She kissed him back with every bit of desire she felt for him, running her hands through his dark hair, tearing at the collar of his shirt, clawing at his shoulders, squeezing her thighs tightly.
I was wrong…she mused deliriously as his tongue moved against hers in a teasing dance.
His hand reached back to grab the hem of her dress, his palm skimming the soft flesh of her thigh as he pulled the garment up to her hips. She gasped at the friction of his rough skin againsther softness, a delicious shiver running through her, prompting her to kiss him more fiercely.
“I’ll make ye see what a fool ye’ve been,” he whispered, kissing along her jaw and down the column of her throat.
As he bent his head to her bosom, he took the neckline of her dress and stays between his teeth and tugged them downward, freeing her breasts.
He closed his mouth around her pert nipple and sucked, and her back arched off the stone as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. Desire pooled between her thighs, her entire being a crackling, sparkling furnace of need that only he could satisfy.
A startled gasp pursued a moan out of her mouth as he suddenly slid his hands between his waist and her thighs, and cupped her buttocks. She yelped again as he hoisted her up with what appeared to be no effort at all until her legs were draped over his broad shoulders.
He pinned her to the wall once more, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he peered up at her.
At first, she feared he was going to drop her or something, but she could not have been more wrong. He was simply pinning her where he wanted her so he could feast on her to his heart’s content.
“Ye dinnae ken how much I’ve been cravin’ this,” he murmured, turning his head to bite the inside of her thigh.
She cried out, tangling her fingers in his hair as he kissed along the short stretch of that supple flesh and trailed his tongue across the center of her pleasure. A slow stroke, teasing her bundle of nerves into a frenzy. The strangest, most intoxicating, most thrilling sensation she had ever experienced.
He moved his tongue in small circles around her swollen bud, savoring her, clearly enjoying the power he held over her. Her thighs trembled, her whole body shaking with pleasure as he flicked his tongue against her hidden pearl. He must have known she loved to be kissed there, for he did not stop as her moans and cries grew louder and more desperate, chasing a conclusion that swelled within her.
As such, when he slid his fingers inside her, it was the last push she needed to fall into the throes of unbridled ecstasy. Her conclusion engulfed her, every fiber of her being caught in its intense current, making her shake and cry out in euphoria. Her head swam with pleasure as she arched her back and closed her eyes, letting herself feel every extraordinary second, willing it to last forever.
After all, there was every chance that he would send her away again once that sensation ebbed.
But the feeling could not last. Slowly, it faded to duller pulses and smoldering embers, and Murdoch withdrew his fingers and stole one last taste before he lowered her to her feet.
“I suppose ye want me to leave now?” she murmured in a daze.
“Why would I want that?” He bit his lip. “I’m nae even close to bein’ finished with ye.”
As if to prove his point, he dipped his head and kissed her, the press of his mouth slower and more sensual than it had been before. Perhaps he had finally realized that they did not have to rush and had decided to take his time with her.
Cecilia kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself against him. She still had to rise on tiptoe to kiss him, but his arms around her kept her steady.
As she ran her fingertips through his hair, savoring every moment of the kiss, she felt the leather cord that kept his mask affixed to his face. There was a tight knot there, the kind that had not been loosened for an age.
For a moment, she considered pulling off his mask to see his face properly, even just once, but then she thought better of it. If it angered him, he might truly ask her to leave, and she did not want that. Not while there was still so much more to explore.
She smiled against his mouth as he lifted her into his arms again, carrying her to the other side of the room, where the golden late-morning sunlight filtered through the narrow windows.
He set her down in front of a side table and pulled back, gazing at her. “I mean to enjoy what I resisted this mornin’.”
“What do ye mean?” she asked coyly.
“Ye ken what I mean,” he replied, turning her around.
Her eyes widened as she looked out the window, seeing the world beyond bathed in that heavenly glow. She could see for miles, all the way to the distant shadow of snow-capped mountains. It might have been an isolated corner of Scotland, but it was not without its beauty, and it was not sucha terrible place to call home.
Her breath caught in her throat as Murdoch loosened the knot at the back of her dress and slowly began to unlace it. He bent his head to kiss her exposed back, his tongue leaving a tingling mark on the nape of her neck, before he pulled the dress up and over her head.
