Page 54 of Taken By the Heartless Highlander
“Yes! I will. Daenae stop!”
“I willnae stop.”
Her knees came up as she rose onto her elbows, watching his fingers moving in and out of her body, panting and moaning, her nails clawing at his back.
She rolled her hips one last time, her head arching back against the bank as she reached her peak, and he felt the warm rush of her pleasure against his fingers as he took her mouth with his.
He claimed her then, coming to lie on top of her as he plundered her mouth, his tongue sucking on hers in desperation as he rutted against her.
He jolted in surprised pleasure as he felt her hand move beneath his kilt and close around his hard length. He looked down between them, lifting the sodden fabric out of the way, and watched her rub against him as he groaned.
“Is this what ye want?” she asked.
“Aye, tighter,” he commanded, watching the desire bloom over her face at the instruction. He began thrusting into her hand, and she watched, almost in fascination, as the banked-up desire finally broke, and he felt himself reach his climax. His seed fell between them as he shuddered, resting his forehead against hers as they both descended from the heights they had reached together.
It was a long while before Noah felt capable of moving. It was only at the low protest from Keira that he finally lifted his weight from her body and looked down at those wild blue eyes, wondering what she was thinking.
“We should get back,” she said finally, glancing up at the beautiful sky above them.
“Aye,” he replied awkwardly, rising to his feet and holding out a hand to help her up.
She allowed it, letting him pull her to her feet. They ended up standing inches from one another, their soft breaths mingling in the evening air, the sky a crimson cascade reflected in her eyes.
He wanted to kiss her again, but the moment was broken as Keira left him to retrieve her dress, squeezing the loch water from her hair. She pulled her new dress over her wet underclothes, and Noah picked up his léine, pulling it on hurriedly.
Keira picked up her bag, which was bulging at the seams with plants and bottles. It was a stark reminder of her station and her place in his life. Suddenly, he felt guilt creep into his mind at what he had allowed to happen. She was a woman he had sworn to protect, yet he could not even control his own lust enough to keep her safe.
“This was a mistake,” he said as he hurriedly pulled on his boots. The words burst forth unbidden. In truth, he felt that what they had shared was one of the greatest experiences of his life, but he knew no good could come of it.
Keira looked up at him, her expression unreadable, and he held his breath, not knowing what she might be about to say.
“Ye’re right,” she said finally, “we should keep things as they were. I am yer healer; ye are the laird. Nothin’ more.”
Noah stepped down from the bank, joining her on the path, and stood beside her, looking down at her with a throbbing need that was still not sated in his blood.
Why does this woman have to stir in me such feelin’s of want?He thought desperately.If it was just want, it would be one thing, but I enjoy her company and value her opinion. That is the danger. That is the risk.
They stared at one another for the longest time, her eyes full of uncertainty and hidden need.
Noah watched, as though in a dream, as his hand came up to curl a lock of hair that had fallen loose behind her ear. As he did it, she let out a long breath, and he stepped closer to her, brushing against her body. He watched her eyes close as she leaned forward, their foreheads coming together again as his hands came to rest on her hips.
“We shouldnae touch one another,” he said, running his hands around to her back, pulling her body toward his, unable to stop.
“I agree,” she said breathlessly. “We should remain apart in the future.” Her lips brushed his as he shuddered against her.
“Aye,” he agreed, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Nay more of this. That’s an order.”
The bag that had been over her shoulder fell to the ground, and suddenly, her arms were around his neck. He tightened his hold on her waist. He was claiming her lips before he could stop himself, his mouth urgent against hers. He pushed his tongue between her lips as she gasped and met him stroke for stroke. A moan ripped from his throat as he felt arousal flood his senses for a second time.
He pulled free, looking down at her as she met his gaze.
“Damn ye,” he said and dove back in for more, her gasp of pleasure the best sound he had ever heard as he ran his hands over her figure, hitching a thigh against his hips as he?—
“Get away from me sister!”
CHAPTER22
“Scott!”
