Page 38 of Marry the Highland Villain
Conall felt his muscles quivering under her touch.
Well, if that was the way she wished it to be…
He bent his head to kiss her jaw, then her throat, directly over her pulse, her heart racing like his own. With each kiss, Brigid gasped, leaning further into his touch.
Conall undid the knot of her robe, pushed it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. One of the ties flicked against his stiff member as it fell, and he hissed in a sharp breath at the sensation. His arousal burned, his shaft so stiff and heavy that it ached with desire to claim the lass in front of him. But, somehow, he held himself back.
The laces that held the top of the shift closed were loose, and it took only the smallest effort to undo them.
Brigid shivered under his touch. “What are ye…?”
“I want to touch ye.”
He slid his hand over her round, soft shoulder—her skin was as smooth as silk—and teased the collar loose until he could guide his hand beneath it to cup the full, heavy mound of her right breast. It fit in his palm as if she had been made for him, the generous curves a pleasing contrast to his hard angles and rough edges.
He cupped her, teasing her nipple into a taut peak with his thumb and forefinger while his other hand guided the fabric of her shift around her waist so that she was nearly as naked as him. He kissed her shoulder, then her throat again, before nibbling lightly on her earlobe as he moved his hands so that he could caress her other nipple into a hard peak as well.
Brigid moaned against his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “Ye…”
“Shhh.”
He cupped her chin in his free hand, letting the hand on her chest roam lower, down to the soft curves of her belly and her hips. She was full-figured, but not plump or overweight, as some might say. Rather, it was as if nature had gifted her withan exceedingly generous endowment of softness and warmth, to better please a man.
He slid his arm around her, tracing the line of her spine and watching the way she shivered under his touch, the lightest of caresses eliciting a response from her. She gave without inhibition, responding readily to him and inviting more.
Conall knew there were reasons to wait, but the aching, hungry part of him yearned to accept everything she offered and to show her all the pleasure that could be shared between a man and a woman.
Her first kiss with Conall had given her a taste of fire and heat, but kissing him again, having his hands caressing her in such an intimate manner… Brigid felt like a candle, melting under the heat of his passion in the most pleasurable way.
She could feel his manhood, hard and hot, poking her belly, temptingly close to her entrance. As his hand slid down her spine, tracing the line of it to the cleft of her buttocks, she arched into him. Conall made a surprised sound, something like a grunt, and his hands tightened on her hips and pulled her closer, trapping his hardness between them as his hips shifted against hers.
The movement pressed her breasts to his bare chest, and Brigid gasped as her sensitive, taut nipples brushed against warm, firm skin. She had never felt such a thing in her life before—like littledarts of lightning, or dancing flames, shooting straight from her breast to her core.
She was so startled, so focused on the sensation, that she almost overbalanced, and only Conall’s strong arm, bracing against the wall, kept them both from falling. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he bent and kissed her again, his other hand wandering across her body.
Fingers twined in her hair, sliding through the dark strands and making her shiver at the feather-light pressure on her scalp. Then down her spine again, leaving a trail of heat as he stroked from shoulder to buttocks and back up again.
Brigid gasped as his hand left her back and slipped between their bodies, strong and sure fingers teasing and tugging gently at her nipples before his callused palm glided over her exposed belly. The touch made her muscles quiver with excitement, with desire, though what it was that she wanted, she could scarcely say.
His hand slid lower, under the bunched fabric of her shift where it pooled around her hips, until his fingers found her navel and traced slow circles around it. Brigid shuddered with delight.
She’d always been somewhat ticklish, but this… this was entirely different. Every inch of her seemed alive with sensation, and with wanting.
Conall’s hand slid lower, brushing the soft, short hair on the mound of her sex.
He paused, his breathing harsh in her ear, and she moaned, her hips shifting to feel more.
“Please…”
“Och… eager lass, arenae ye?” Conall’s voice was hoarse. But his hand slid lower to tease the seam of her sex, before pressing down.
Brigid gasped as pleasure shot through her, along with a delightful heat that had nothing to do with the steam from Conall’s bath, which still filled the room.
Conall slid his hand between her thighs, his strong, callused fingers pressing against her entrance, smoothing over the lips of her sex in a manner that made her feel almost lightheaded.
“Spread yer legs a little for me.” His command was low, hoarse, and went straight through her.
Brigid did as he asked, shuddering as his hand caressed her sex and stroked over her entrance with a smooth, firm touch that sent sparks to her core.
