Page 89 of Trapped with the Vicious Highlander
She felt everything she needed to feel at that moment—safe, secure, and fortunate. With him.
His hands trailed down her skin, his fingers grazing her arms, her wrists and her palms, before his hand stroked down her legs. Her body trembled with immense need and desire.
Slowly, everything that had happened earlier faded away. All that remained was her desire for him. Right then, she wanted nothing else. Nothing but him.
And she knew from the way he pulled her dress down her shoulders that he planned to give himself to her as well.
He straddled her on the bed and resumed the kiss, now a bit more frantic, deeper, and harder. He pulled her dress down her torso as his lips traveled down her neck and then her collarbone. She moaned and trembled beneath him, her hands fisting in the bedsheets. When he finally pulled her dress down her legs and discarded it, the cold air in the room kissed her skin.
There she was, completely bare to his hungry gaze for the first time. She didn’t feel comfortable, and she knew he could tell.
She crossed her arms over her stomach and tried to shield herself from the low sunset, and from him.
He yanked her hands back immediately. “Hide yer curves from me again and ye’ll be severely punished.”
His words, coupled with the raw desire in his voice, only made her want him more.
He continued to kiss her chest, then her stomach, then her inner thigh. Her hands returned to the bedsheets, and she held on as tight as she could. His lips trailed to her wet folds, and she moaned, letting his mouth work her into pleasurable oblivion. But before she could climax, he rose from the bed and took off his shirt, then his trousers.
She swallowed, watching him stand bare before her, his arousal intoxicating. He climbed into the bed again, lowered his head to her neck, and began to gently nip, bite and kiss her.
Then, he reached for her hands, grabbed them into one of his, and lifted them above her head. He pinned her down with one hand and gently held her chin with the other.
Then, he drove into her with one sharp thrust. She cried out and clung to him, a loud gasp escaping her lips.
He didn’t give her time to recover. He drove into her again and maintained the pace, one hand pinning down her wrists and the other fisting in her hair and roaming over her body. The bed creaked with every thrust, and her body burned with pleasure.
Ava could feel him in every part of her body. She could feel his hands on her wrists, his lips against her ears as he whispered something in Gaelic. Something that sounded rough and primal. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t understand the words. She understoodhim. She understood what hefelt.
And with that, she realized she’d never felt closer to him than she did now.
When her body tensed and her climax crashed over her, her voice grew unrecognizable as she screamed out his name. Brodrick’s release followed almost immediately, a low growl escaping his lips before he stilled and collapsed on top of her.
Ava wrapped her arms around him, and they lay tangled in the sheets, his weight anchoring her to the bed. For almost a minute, there was nothing but silence.
Blissful, peaceful silence.
Eventually, Brodrick turned onto his side, and Ava followed him, watching strands of his hair flutter gently in the soft draft from the window.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
“About replacin’ the bed? Aye.”
Ava narrowed her eyes at him. “Hilarious, My Laird.”
Brodrick laughed. “Aye. I do mean what I said about bein’ in love with ye. I am certain ye feel the same way.”
“You are quite sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Well, either ye feel the same way, or what just happened was the greatest mistake of yer life,” Brodrick countered.
That earned him a laugh.
He took her hands and squeezed them affectionately. “I cannae wait to spend the rest of me life with ye… Governess.”
Ava’s eyes widened, and her laughter died down immediately. “Are you…”
“Asking ye to marry me? Definitely. I said I was never lettin’ ye go again. I meant it.”
