Page 78 of Tempting the Highland Spy
She swept her fingers over his cheek, savoring the texture of his skin, the feel of stubble against her fingertips. The subtle scent of bergamot filled her senses. And something more, a scent that was his alone.
Sighing, she drew her fingertips over the line of his jaw, studying him, just as he’d studied her. Odd, how it was so natural to touch him. So very right.
“The thing of it is…it’s foolish and reckless and utterly misguided…but I can’t deny it.” She drew in another breath, drinking in his essence. “I want you, too.”
His fingers threaded through her hair, lifting the curls as his lips brushed the column of her throat.
A frenzy of longing took over, casting logic and reason to the side. His hands were on her skin, stirring the wanting to a blaze she couldn’t hope to extinguish.
He peeled her gown over her head, and she stood before him. Bared to his eyes. Feeling more beautiful than ever before in her life.
When he scooped her into his arms, the primal nature of his touch thrilled her.
Being in his arms felt so right.
Being his to lovewasso right.
His lips trailed over her flesh, a sweet, leisurely exploration of her body. Her hands curved over his shoulders. He was all lean-muscled power, sleek and strong. Yet so very gentle, her heart ached with longing.
When she could bear no more, she turned the tables. Tasting the salt of his skin against her lips. Tracing delicious little circles over his chest and abdomen with her tongue, delighting in the sounds of his desire. Teasing his arousal with her mouth and her touch until he groaned with a mix of pleasure and carnal hunger and then, he prowled over her body.
“I want you, darling,” he breathed, each word raw with need.
“I need you,” she said, upping the stakes.
“You’re sure… I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“I want you,” she whispered against his lips. “Please, don’t hold back.”
And with that, he claimed the love she’d offered freely.
Slowly, he eased within her. Beneath her fingertips, the sleek muscles in his back went taut with strain as he took his time, possessing her with an exquisite tenderness.
She was tight, the feel of it a delicious pleasure-pain as her inner muscles pulsed around his length. It had been so long since he’d lain with her, so long since she’d savored his caress. His kiss. His love.
He sensed when she was ready for more. Moving within her, a sensual giving and taking of pleasure and delight, they edged toward a precipice.
As she tumbled into a delicious, heated oblivion, she cried out. He kissed her then, deepening the connection between them. Her pleasure went on and on, until she clung to him and savored the embers of their passion.
Later in the night, as they lay sated in each other’s arms, she slept with her head against his broad chest. The feel of his heartbeat beneath her cheek lulled her into a peaceful serenity. He stirred against her, and her lids lifted, drowsy with sleep.
Smiling to herself, she snuggled closer, drinking in this moment. She’d happily spend every night of her life in his arms if fate would allow it.
She heard herself sigh. The thought of a life with Harrison was a lovely fantasy. Nothing more.
Such a pity she’d given her heart to him.
She’d been foolish, hadn’t she?
Don’t I know better than to fall in love with him?
