Page 51 of The Highlander's Auctioned Wife
There was more to be seen first, more to be kissed, more to explore, and he meant to take his time, no matter how ravenous the beast inside him was for a taste of her.
CHAPTER 23
I must beout of me mind.
Anna knew she ought to remove the blindfold and put a stop to this before it became something risky, something that could steal away the privilege of choice that she’d striven so hard for. If anyone saw them, she would be compromised, with no other alternative but to marry Gordon.
Yet, listening to the sound of his shallow breaths, feeling the whisper of each one against her skin, relishing in the proximity of him and the anticipation of what he might do, she couldn’t bear the idea of stopping. Her mind was too clouded with desire to know, or care, whether the reward outweighed the risk.
“Let me touch yer face,” she whispered, figuring it was only fair that she should be allowed tofeelwhat she hadn’t been permitted to see.
Gordon grazed his lips against her neck. “Ye willnae touch me at all.”
“But… how can I nae?”
She thought of the woods and the study, of how good it felt to run her hands through his hair and over his body, exploring the sculpted muscle that made him so feared. Indeed, what would have been fairest of all was ifhehad also removed his clothes.
In answer to her question, Gordon pressed his weight against her, pushing her backward. Yet, his arm stayed around her waist, supporting her as he lowered her to the blanket.
But when she tried to reach for him, stroking her hands over the broad shelf of his shoulders, seeking out the curls at the nape of his neck, she received the real answer. He took hold of her wrists and stretched her arms above her head, pressing her hands down into the sand, just beyond the edge of the blanket.
“If they move, if I feel yer hands on me, I’ll make ye wait,” he murmured, his voice husky with need, stoking the flames of her own scorching desire.
Breathing hard already, no longer concentrating on the fact that she was naked on the beach, trusting in what he’d said about the concealing ledge, she gave a small nod of submission. If he wouldn’t let her touch him, so be it… as long as he touched her.
For a moment, he lay there with her, his arm still wrapped around her waist, his other hand braced against the ground at the side of her head; she couldn’t see it, but she could feel it, picturing the glorious sight of him holding himself up enough that he wouldn’t crush her, his muscles bulging with the strain.
Just as she was about to ask if he intended to merely stare at her, his lips found hers, teasing her with a tender brush of a kiss that she barely had the chance to respond to. Craving more, craving the heat and fury of the kisses they’d shared before, she had to fight to keep her arms above her head, knowing it might mean no kiss at all if she touched him.
But her frustration was soon eased by the slower, grazing burn of his mouth venturing over the edge of her jaw and down the column of her throat, moving lower still, across the heaving rise and fall of her chest. As he descended, he freed his arm from beneath her, his hand reaching for her wrists, making a point of holding them against the sand while his lips closed over the pert peak of her nipple.
She bucked as he drew that sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking gently. “Oh… Oh, G—” She stalled on the word, choosing something more colorful, so he wouldn’t dare to stop.
He sucked again, his fingers sliding through hers, holding her hand, intertwined, for a blissful few seconds. She made the most of it, gripping his hand in return as she bucked and gasped against the bliss that began to crackle through her, each pull of his mouth robbing her of breath and sense.
Perhaps it was the blindfold, but every touch and taste and kiss felt twice as intense as it had before, and in the dim shadow of the fabric, she could believe they were in a realm where they were entirely alone.
“Aye, that feels good,” she murmured. “Oh… Oh, aye…”
Taking care to lavish attention equally, Gordon took her other nipple in his mouth and released her hand, his fingertips caressing down the length of her arm and down her neck, smoothing over her chest until his hand curved around the swell of her breast. He grasped that soft flesh, his tongue flicking against the peak of her nipple, before his kisses drew away, taking a southern course over the contours of her stomach.
Indeed, he left no part of her unkissed, his lips tracing every speck of her as if committing her body to memory. She, in turn, followed his journey with gasping, panting delight, shivering with each kiss he seared against her skin, letting it stir the embers of ecstasy that glowed within her.
As he reached the bone of her hip, drawing his tongue along the ridge, she knew what awaited her, trembling in anticipation of his particular talents. And though her thighs were still pressed together, her shyness not yet fully overcome, he didn’t hesitate to slide his hand between those thighs, easing her legs apart.
If this is our first “rendezvous”,what might our fifth look like?
Her imagination ran wild, remembering stories she’d heard from the castle maids, who had been gossiping without realizingthey had an eavesdropper in their midst. She’d had no real idea what they were talking about until she’d met Gordon, until she’d felt his hands on her for the first time… among other things that she’d felt.
Her breath caught as she heard him lie down, gasping in surprise as his arms curved around her thighs, and she felt the brush of his hair against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
She had no time to recover her breath before his tongue made its first teasing stroke. Yet, that light touch might as well have been an earthquake, splintering through her with such force that her back arched up off the blanket. And her handsalmostreached for him.
“Oh, Gordon!” she cried out, a moan escaping her throat as he tasted her again.
If it killed her, she would keep her hands where they were. Indeed, it wouldsurelykill her if he stopped now, and she wouldn’t give him any reason to.
His tongue curled around that bundle of explosive nerves, and sucked gently, sending her entire body into a frenzy: her limbs shook, her blood roared in her ears, her lungs were on fire, her stomach fluttered wildly, and her head swam, swept up in the intensity that pummeled through her veins. It was the greatest feeling she had ever known, and though she was lying on the blanket, aware of the sand shifting underneath, she felt as if she were flying instead.
