Page 94 of Highlanders for the Holidays
He gently turned it back toward him again. His eyes were full of concern as they searched her face.
“Ach, did I hurt ye?” he said, and wiped a traitorous tear that slipped down her cheek.
“Truly, I’m fine,” she said. “You needn’t stop.”
“I can’t do this when ’tis plain ye regret it,” he said, and started to ease out of her.
Was she to come this far fornaught?
“I don’t regret it,” she said, grabbing his shoulders. “I said I want to do this, and I do.”
“Are ye certain?” he asked, still looking uneasy.
“I couldn’t bear it if you left me like this,” she said. “I want to know how it ends.”
“How it ends?” he asked, drawing his brows together.
“How itoughtto be,” she said, feeling impatient with him now. Why could he not just get on with it instead of making her explain? “I’ve only done it once, and…”
She did not want to talk about that other time, not now. Not ever.
“I take it that experience wasn’t all a lass might hope for…” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Like a tale with a disappointing ending?”
“’Twas worse than disappointing.”
His worried expression melted, and he laughed. For a frantic moment, she feared she had ruined everything. But then he held her face between his hands and gazed down at her with warmth in his eyes.
“I’ll do my best to give this tale of ours a satisfying ending,m' eudail,” he said as he closed the short distance between their lips.
His kiss began warm and slow, and all the while she was keenly aware of every inch of his shaft inside her. When she instinctively lifted her hips, he groaned, and his shaft pulsed inside her.
Very slowly, he began moving inside her. His mouth was hot on hers, his tongue mimicking his slow, deep thrusts. She gave a soft moan of complaint when he pulled out nearly all the way, then gasped at the rush of pleasure when he thrust inside her again.
“Mo leannain, did I hurt ye again?” he asked.
She felt too much to speak, so she answered him by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into another deep kiss.
His hand slid up her side and cupped her breast. When he rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger, bright sparks of pleasure shot through her. He was moving inside her, setting off sensations that were so intense she could hardly bear it.
Murmuring words in Gaelic to her, he kissed the side of her face, her hair, her throat. Then his tongue was in her ear, and she never would have guessed that would feel so enticing.
All the while, he continued moving inside her, sliding in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. Tension built inside her until she thought she might burst. Her skin felt too tight.
“Lock your legs around me,” he said in a strained voice.
When she did, he groaned as he slid deeper inside her.
“Mo rùin, I cannot go slowly much longer.”
He wastryingto go slow? She dug her nails into his arms.
“Please. I want… I want…” She could not form words for what she wanted.
But then he began moving faster, and all thought fled as her entire being was caught up in the movement of their bodies and the overwhelming sensations flooding through her. As his body rocked against hers, she held on to him with all her strength and met his thrusts, urging him harder, faster.
“Lily,” he said, holding her face between his hands.
Their eyes locked as he thrust deep inside her. Her body clutched around his, and she cried out his name as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
