Page 70 of Trapped with the Vicious Highlander
Brodrick turned to Ava, who was already rising from the floor. “We might as well do what she wants.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “Like you can’t break down the door if you want.”
Brodrick shrugged. “Maybe I dinnae want to do that.”
Ava nodded. “Fair enough.”
Brodrick held out his hand and waited for her to take it.
“This is calledthe Strathspey,” he started, twirling her around before she finally settled against his chest. His hand remained on her waist, and his eyes locked onto hers. They danced around the room, with Brodrick taking the lead and ensuring her steps were correct. She twirled, laughed, and was dipped back as the dance came to an end.
They remained locked together, their bodies swaying to a silent tune for a while longer—longer than necessary. Long enough to elicit a reaction from Brodrick. His hand left her waist and snaked up to her face.
Ava could see it in his eyes, could see it from the way they darkened. She knew where this was going.
“Brodrick—”
“’Tis just the two of us,” Brodrick murmured, his breath fanning her lips.
He backed her up against the wall closest to them and pinned her hands above her head. Then, before she could say another word or even breathe, he leaned in and kissed her. The kind of kiss one wouldn’t regard as soft or gentle.
It was possessive. Territorial. As if he wanted to memorize every corner of her mouth. His other hand traced her bottom lip, then her chest, and then her curves. A breathy moan escaped Ava’s lips.
“Ye can always tell me to stop,” Brodrick whispered, pausing before sealing his mouth over hers again.
His fingers lingered on her curves like they were taking their time, learning every single one. Then, he lifted her skirt, relishing the low, breathy moans spilling out of her mouth. He pressed against her, and she could feel him, hard and firm against her leg.
“Brodrick, we shouldn’t—” The words died on her tongue as his fingers slid across her upper thigh, his touch setting all her nerves on fire.
It was like his fingers had ignited something within her. Something dark, something gritty and raw and animalistic.
“Say the word, Ava,” he whispered, pressing even harder against her, his other hand still pinning hers against the wall. “Say it, and I’ll stop.”
But she didn’t. She tried to say it. To tell him they couldn’t keep doing this. To tell him this was all a mistake. To tell him it wasn’t going to last. But the words melted in her throat as his fingers tugged at her undergarments. His hand was gentle and soft against her, and no matter how hard she tried to push him away, she found herself arching into him, asking, begging, pleading for more.
Brodrick let his fingers linger on her for a minute, gently grazing her folds, feeling her throb and grow wet.
Then, he slid a finger inside her.
Another jagged moan escaped her lips. One he swallowed almost immediately by resuming their frantic kiss. His tongue seemed to mirror the rhythm of his fingers, and he slid a second finger inside her.
Ava ground her hips against him, one of her hands slipping free and clutching at his bicep, holding on for dear life. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his manhood press against her legs as his fingers worked harder and faster inside her.
The faster his fingers moved, the more she felt the need to groan and press harder against him. He let her. Then, he went in for the final lap. His fingers settled into a steady but incredibly fast rhythm. One that was certain to make her climax at any moment.
She did.
Her walls clenched around his fingers, her moans getting swallowed by his kiss.
They remained like that for a few minutes, with Brodrick letting Ava catch her breath and release every shiver, every tremble.
He helped her put her undergarments back on and then lowered her dress.
“We really cannot keep doing this, Brodrick. I’m going back to the orphanage in just a few days. This would only hurt even more.”
Brodrick said nothing. Instead, he helped her fix the back of her dress. But Ava could feel the thoughts lingering in the back of his head.
“Do ye have to go?” he asked.
