Page 50 of The MacGregor's Lady
“I like how hot you are,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck. “You’re never cold. Not ever.”
He’d been cold—he’d been frozen stone solid, but she was thawing him like a female bonfire.
Which was not at all the point of the gathering.
Asher slid his hand up the silky firmness of her calf, slowly, slowly. She was sturdy and female, and more significantly, she was allowing him to hike up her nightclothes with nary a peep of protest.
“Balfour, what do you think you’re doing?”
A question, not a protest, and while she did turn loose of his now-throbbing cock, it was only to run her hands through his hair and rest her elbows on his shoulders.
“You’ve touched me, now I’m going to touch you. You’re going to like it, too, Hannah Cooper.”
She wrinkled her nose. “You’re not to remove my clothing.”
The hell he wasn’t. Except her eyes shifted away as she issued that order.
“Hannah?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve had my hands all over your delectable bum. I’ve handled your hips, and I’ve watched you walk from several interesting angles. With your clothes off, you’ll look very like any other healthy young woman your age.”
She opened her mouth, probably to castigate him for his freely given medical opinion, so he resumed the kissing. This produced a gratifyingly pliant female, one who sighed into his mouth as his thumb brushed over the curls shielding her sex.
The next bit was delicate, so he brought her hand to his engorged cock again. She obliged by stroking him languidly, the sweetest torture a man had ever endured.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Slower,” he managed, gliding his thumb down, down to the… right…there.
“Everlastingpowers… Do that again.”
She was slick and hot, but he was determined and had an anatomist’s keen sense of what went where. He circled on the bud of flesh God had bestowed on women to compensate them for some of the burden of putting up with men. “Like that, lass?”
His answer was a sound from the back of her throat, a low, sighing moan against his neck. “Asher… Mac… Gregor. What…?”
Her hand on his cock stopped moving, and not an instant too soon. “Let yourself have this, love. Let me give it to you.”
He cradled her nape in his palm, to steady himself, to keep her from shifting away, to keep the lavender scent of her spiraling through his senses.
Her breathing changed, becoming deeper and harsher, and yet he didn’t shift his attentions. Were they lovers, he’d ease away, get his mouth on her breasts, use the raspberry jam to wonderful advantage on her nipples—“Asher—?”
He could feel the arousal humming through her, gathering momentum. “I’m here, love. Hold me.”
Her hand was fisted in his hair, a little pain that gave him clarity of purpose when his body was clamoring to join with hers. She’d be wet, hot, tight, and willing… Her hips started a minute movement against the stroke of his thumb, a little push and retreat that accentuated the pleasure he was building for her.
She’d beheavento make love with.
Shewasheaven, coming apart in his arms with a soft, sobbing exhale while she pushed hungrily into the pressure he held against her sex. He gave her a moment afterward, to settle, to shift from clutching at his hair to stroking her fingers slowly over his nape. While she calmed and went soft against him, he counted the pulse beats in his stones and matched his breathing to hers.
As distractions went, that was wholly ineffective. When he was sure Hannah would not collapse back onto the counter in a boneless sprawl, he stepped back far enough to get to work on the bows holding her nightclothes closed.
She remained silent as he peeled back soft layers of flannel and silk, his darker fingers moving against her pale flesh.
“Watch me, Hannah. Watch while I find the same pleasure you took from me.”
With one hand, he began to stroke himself, but lightly—it would take nothing, nothing at all to bring him off. With the other, he pushed Hannah’s nightclothes aside, exposing full pale breasts tipped with rosy, puckered nipples. Her chest was still flushed from her orgasm; her eyes bore the sheen of passion; but she did watch him.
