Page 115 of The Highlander Who Loved Me
With one finger, then another, he explored her warmth. She was ready. But that wasn’t enough. She would be mad with need before he sheathed himself within her.
Seeking and finding the spot that made her moan, he caressed the sensitive nub of flesh. Tiny circles. Tender. Gentle. Coaxing her to respond to his touch.
Sweeping kisses over her breasts, over her velvet flesh, he smiled to himself. How delicious she would taste, his lovely lass. How he longed to feel her body beg for his caress with each desperate cant of her hips. Ah, yes, he’d drive her wild for him. Hot and tight and delicious.
And his.
The thought swelled his heart. Sweet Johanna would behis.
His mouth traced a path along her thighs. She gasped. A little cry wrung from her throat, and she wriggled away.
“This…this isn’t done.” Her voice was an incredulous whisper.
The smile on his mouth broadened. “Let me love ye, Johanna. Ye trust me, do ye not?”
“Of course. It’s only that—”
“Dinnae worry,mo chridhe. You’ll like this.” With tender care, he nipped his teeth against her inner thigh. “I promise.”
With a sigh, she relaxed. Summoning his patience, he readied her for his touch. Feathery sweeps of his fingertips against her female flesh. The most gentle of touches. And then, his lips took the place of his fingers.
Her soft, throaty moans drove him to the brink of madness. Ah, this passion of hers. His body throbbed in anticipation of claiming her, deep and hard and taking her to another level of ecstasy.
She trembled against him. Desperate for his touch. Thirsting for the release he could give her.
“Connor.” Her voice was low and smoky, flavored by her desire.
Pleasure washed over her. He felt it in the shivers of her flesh. The tremors of her taut muscles. The touch of her fingers, threading though his hair.
Another sigh escaped her. Replete with her satisfaction, she watched him. Her eyes were heavy-lidded. She seemed stunned, dazed by the collision of her hunger and his caress.
“You were right,” she whispered, a sly smile curving her mouth. “That was…wicked. And utterly delicious.”
Passion darkened her eyes. She lowered her gaze for the briefest of moments. And then, she reached for him, pulling him close.
Nesting herself against his length, she pressed a kiss to his mouth. “You know what I want, don’t you.”
“Aye, lass.” He drew his fingers along the curve of her cheek simply because he couldn’t resist touching her. Couldn’t resist any opportunity to savor the satin of her skin.
“Do you now?” Those lovely eyes of hers sparkled with challenge. So, the minx thought to tease him.
“I see the truth, Johanna. Ye cannae hide yer wanting from me.”
As he uttered the words, he wondered if she could see the truth of his own longing. God above, he didn’t deserve her, not even for this one night. A man who’d done the brutal things he’d done in his life didn’t merit a place in her heart.
But that didn’t change a damned thing. He needed her.
She traced a fingertip over his mouth. Her teeth grazed her lower lip. He swallowed hard. Bluidy hell, how he wanted to bury himself in her tempting heat.
“I want you, Connor. Your kiss. Your touch.” She ran her fingers over his jaw, smiling as his stubble bristled against her skin. “All of you. Tonight.”
Her words were a nectar to his soul. Pressing her back, he shifted his body. Supporting his weight on his elbows, he drank in the soft anticipation in her eyes, the tantalizing promise on her lips.
He kissed her, deep and hard. Ah, she was perfection. Her taste and feel and essence. Everything about her was bluidy damned perfect.
And for this moment, she was his.
He entered her. Slow. Gentle. Gritting his teeth, he restrained himself. And then, her hips tipped, urging him on. Drawing him deeper. Wordlessly pleading for more.
