Page 76 of Never a Duchess
He did not respond with words. He kept his gaze locked with hers while he undid the first buckle on his kilt. Then he moved to tackle the second fastening before letting the garment fall to the floor.
Lillian gasped.
He was thick and hard, solid as a butcher’s block.
His cock jerked, desperate for her attention, eager to play.
Despite taking him in hand earlier, her mouth fell open, and she clasped her heaving breast. “You’re like a warrior. All sinew and corded muscle. If I lived in a castle, I would keep the fires blazing. If only to encourage you to strut around naked.”
He laughed, palming his erection just to tease her. “Well, lass, do ye want to feast on a Highlander, or do ye nae have an appetite?”
Her tongue slid over her bottom lip, sending his pulse skittering. “When I look at you, I realise I’ve been starved for a lifetime.”
“Then show me what an English rose has to offer.”
With a coy smile playing on her lips, she undid the side buttons on her dress and the few at her nape. Rather than let the gown slide seductively over her hips, she drew it over her head.
Callan had no complaint.
In the process, she dragged her chemise with it, tossing both garments aside, standing there like a nymph in all her naked glory.
Callan drank her in, all creamy skin and round breasts and rosebud nipples. He remembered parting those slender thighs, inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal, sucking that little bud.
“Come here,” he growled, lust drumming in his veins.
She padded towards him, comfortable in her nakedness, and he wondered when she would feel as confident baring her heart.
“Touch me, Lillian.”
Tentatively, she placed her hand on his chest, stroking his pectoral muscle as if it were marble sculpted by a master craftsman. She pressed her mouth to the same spot, his heart thudding wildly beneath her lips.
“I’m nae wearing cologne,” he said when she inhaled the scent of his skin.
“No, you smell wild and untamed, so dangerous it would lead any woman to sin.” Her hand drifted down his chest, down his abdomen, her fingers stroking his engorged cock.
Not wanting to miss a second, he didn’t close his eyes against the rush of pure pleasure.
I’m in love with ye.
I’m so in love with ye, I might break ye tonight.
The thoughts mingled with the potent thrum of his arousal. He had heard them before, faint whisperings from his soul. Now, they rang with a constant beat he could not ignore.
“Tell me how this works,” she breathed, her fingers encircling his shaft. “Tell me how we move from this to you being inside me.”
“We kiss, love.”
He should have known what would happen when he held her naked body and claimed her mouth. Five years of restraint made for a passionate explosion. The kiss was deep, all thrusting tongues and clashing teeth, their moans almost heart-wrenching in the depths of their desperation.
In a mad frenzy, they ended up on the bed.
Kissing, kissing, kissing until they couldn’t breathe.
Touching each other with raw, carnal hunger.
His mouth was on her sex, his hand on her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, relishing her sweet cries. The thought of plunging into her wetness made his cock weep.
“Dounreay! Oh, Dounreay!” His name left her lips in rapid pants, over and over. She gripped his arm, dug her nails into his flesh, begged him to continue. “Yes! Don’t stop! Never stop!”
