Page 116 of The Highlander's Auctioned Hellion
“We cannot do this out here in the open. I have just got the mudoffmy skin.”
Callum grinned down at her, rising onto his knees as he pulled his sodden kilt across the shoreline and laid it out for her.
“There. Luxury.”
“You are not serious,” she said, as he moved above her, laying her unceremoniously on top of the fabric and straddling her body.
“I am, lass. I have never been more serious. I have been tellin’ meself since the weddin’ that I couldnae have ye. But now I am goin’ to make sure there can be naeannulmentof this marriage. They’ll have to break down me door to separate us.”
Lydia laughed breathlessly as he pushed her down onto the soft fabric of the kilt. There was sand in her hair, and a cool breeze chilling her skin, but as Callum’s big body lowered over her, she couldn’t help but sigh in relief at the heat of him.
“Will ye let me, lass? I will worship ye like I should have on our weddin’ night.”
“Did you think about it?” she asked.
He chuckled. “It has consumed me thoughts,” he said. “But nay for the reasons ye may think. I love this body, just as much as I love ye, but it was more sleepin’ alone I didnae like. I want tohave ye with me, for us to be connected in ways we have never been with anyone else.”
Lydia brushed a hand over his face, tracing the line of the scars with her fingers. Callum remained still, not pulling away as she gave a sigh of relief.
“Then take me, my Laird, and make me yours.”
Callum’s happy smile shone brightly beneath the stars above his head, and he moved down to take her mouth as his hand lowered over her body.
His fingers skimmed over her flesh, massaging her hip bones and pushing against her skin until she was gasping.
Lydia widened her legs, allowing his fingers to pull her wet petticoat up around her hips and delve deeper.
Shuddering, she felt the tip of his finger push into her, just the softest touch, until she shivered and he pushed home inside her.
Lydia gasped as he crooked his finger, circling and thrusting in and out as his tongue matched the rhythm against her own.
She thought she would be cold lying there against the loch, but in reality, she was hot and flustered by his movements.
It was impossible to believe that only an hour or so before, she had been leaving him forever, and now they were finally making love under the stars.
Lydia groaned as a second finger joined the first and he began to push into her in earnest. His tongue danced with hers, his other hand cradling the back of her head as she felt the evidence of his arousal against her leg.
“Are ye ready, lass? I will be gentle. Ye tell me if ye need me to stop.”
Lydia nodded as Callum moved down her body, placing kisses over her flesh as he did so.
He held himself in hand as he moved down between her legs, the wide head touching the entrance of her body as she watched.
“Breathe with me,” he said softly, as he pushed into her. Lydia threw her head back as he paused, allowing her body to adjust for what felt like an age before he slowly began to push further inside.
“Breathe, Lydia, breathe with me,” he said as she matched the rhythm of his breathing, her body trembling. He was so big, like everything else about him, and the moment when they were finally connected came all too soon.
Callum was still above her, his hands braced on either side of her body as she sighed and opened her eyes.
“All right?” he asked.
She nodded. “Take me.”
And slowly, painstakingly so, he drew back, and then, when she gave him another nod of approval, he thrust inside.
Lydia writhed beneath him, the pain and the pleasure mixing together as he began to thrust. He was so long and thick, much more so than his fingers, that she felt she might break in two. But he was with her, through it all, stroking her body, murmuring into her ear.
As he rocked into her, he lowered his head, taking her mouth in a sweet and sensual kiss as the pleasure began to build inside her.
