Page 41 of The Highlander's Auctioned Wife
She gulped, nodding.
“Say it,” he said sharply.
“Aye,” she gasped in reply, her skirts pushed up to her hips. “Aye, I am.”
At that, his mouth fell upon her, in places she couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams. His kisses grazed the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his head turning left and right with every press of his mouth, ensuring no side received more attention than the other.
And just when she thought there could be nothing more glorious, her entire being jolted to a new realm entirely, as his tongue slid between her thighs, striking a spark toward a powder keg of utter euphoria.
“Oh… Oh, God!” she cried out, as he tasted her again, his tongue riling up the bundle of eager nerves that she hadn’t known was there.
He pulled back, robbing her of that exquisite sensation. “Dinnae say that name. Ye’re at the Devil’s mercy now.”
“I couldnae… help it,” Anna moaned, needing to feel the glide of his tongue again. “Aye, aye… I’m at yer mercy. I willnae say it again.”
He brought his fingertips to that swollen bud, teasing her in slow circles. “If ye say it again, there’ll be consequences,” he warned, his voice throaty with desire. “I might nae let ye speak at all. Nae a sound.”
“I willnae say it,” she promised, fingernails raking at the desk. “I promise.”
She couldn’t bear the anticipation, her head spinning as she waited to feel his tongue again. But he didn’t give her what she wanted right away, those torturous circles keeping her on the very edge of pleasure, holding the intensity of it just out of reach. If he were to move his fingertips inward a little, she had no doubt she would be shivering with bliss, calling out his name, calling out her pleasure, which meant he knewexactlywhat he was doing.
“Am I like those other fawnin’ dogs?” He repeated his earlier question, and as she raised her head to look at him, she saw a dark smile upon his lips. Not one of humor or merriment, but one of a man who knew he had her in the palm of his hand and was waiting to see if she would let him do as he pleased with her.
Dazed by his touch and the awakening taking place within her, she shook her head. “Nay… ye’re nothin’ like them.”
“Good lass,” he purred, dipping his head once more.
She cried out, crumpling a stray piece of paper into a ball as his tongue brushed against that sweet, intoxicating spot.
This time, he didn’t stop, as if he’d heard all he needed to. His tongue moved in slow strokes, her back arching off the desk as if she were enchanted by that intimate attention, her lungs on fire as she struggled for each gasping breath.
“Oh… Oh, Gordon… Oh…” she moaned, her head swimming in the best possible way, her entire body alight with new sensations, like wildfire in her veins.
When he curled that talented tongue and sucked gently, she thought she would explode, disintegrating into glowing embers of pure ecstasy. But he seemed to know when her bliss began to reach a peak, easing off just as it was about to soar—to what heights, she didn’t know, but she was aware of something building within her. Like the feeling of an evasive sneeze in a meadow in the summertime, increased twentyfold.
He circled her swollen bud for a short while, holding her in that sweet spot of anticipation, before he began to lash his tongue again in measured strokes. And when she felt herself soaring, he eased off once more, repeating the rhythm over and over, until she couldn’t bear it any longer. It was too much for a mortal body to endure, every nerve blazing, every cell sparking, every drop of her blood singing, every muscle tightening, every limb trembling, every speck of her skin flushed and prickled with the gooseflesh of pleasure.
If she wasn’t released from that delicious torment soon, she was convinced she might actually burst into glowing dust, never to be put back together again. She was unraveling, each moment paradise, yet her body yearned for whatever it was that he was keeping from her.
“Please,” she panted, still uncertain what it was she was begging for. “Please…”
She felt, rather than heard, the deep, dark chuckle that rumbled from his throat. A sultry thing that sent fresh sparks through her belly, pouring liquor onto the inferno of her bliss. She hadn’t made him laugh in the ordinary sense, but that didn’t take away from the satisfaction.
He quickened the flick of his tongue, and before she knew it, she was soaring again, her whole being propelled toward untold heights of pleasure.
“Oh… Oh!” A few choice words followed her cries, words she had never uttered to another person before, words that should have seemed out of place, but felt entirely right as she gasped them into the air.
He was keepin’ that from me…
It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Indeed, she hadn’t known her body was capable of so much feeling, so much sensation, so much power, all at once. It was not like being struck by lightning, but like she was lightning itself, cracklingand fizzing and thrumming with a thousand bolts of unbridled electricity.
In that moment, she felt like she could have flipped the desk if she had wanted to or swum the length and breadth of the ocean or climbed the tallest mountain in Scotland without having to catch her breath: unstoppable, invincible, and completely alive for the first time in her life.
Gordon’s tongue chased that storm of bliss with her, allowing her to ride it to its completion, but as each stroke began to make her legs shudder, that sweet spot becoming almost too sensitive, he eased off once more. As if he knew the language of her body, a language that not evenshewas well-versed in.
With one last, lingering taste, he turned his head and kissed the inside of her thigh, placing those grazing kisses all the way back down to her knee, where he planted one more, surprisingly tender press of his mouth.
As her skirts and petticoats whispered back down to the floor, he simply said, “That.”
