Page 40 of Treachery in the Highlands
Rachel's gaze flicks down to my groin, and she drags her tongue across her lips with a hunger that's palpable.
God, I need to kiss her again.Right now.
My dick takes control, and I find myself moving closer, closer, until my palms land on the tree and I'm framing her body with mine.Both our lips are parted, ready for the kiss I can no longer deny we both need.Her plump, succulent lips lure me in even closer.
And I crush my mouth to hers.
I slant toward her more, until her tits brush against my chest."Rachel, sweet Rachel.I don't think a walk is what either of us wants right now."
Her eyes have darkened from the lust growing within us both, and I press her against the tree.I set my hands on her lips, then slide them up to her waist.Rachel's skin grows warm through the thin fabric of her dress, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest draws my focus to the lush mounds of her tits.
"Joey," she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair."I ken we shouldn't, but I cannae help myself.Ye drive me mad with wanting."
I love the way her accent thickens when she wants me inside her.
Our lips crash together in a searing kiss, all pretense of restraint abandoned.Rachel tastes like wild berries and summer rain, her lips soft yet demanding against mine.My hands roam her curves, memorizing every dip and swell as if I might never get the chance again.And who knows?Maybe I won't.
"Oh, Joey," she moans against my mouth."We shouldnae do this here.Anyone might stumble upon us."
But her actions betray her words as she hitches her leg around my waist, pulling me closer.I grind against her, relishing the friction and the little gasp it elicits from her.The scent of her desire surrounds and intoxicates me.I feel high, like I've smoked some weed, but I haven't.Rachel's lust might be the most intoxicating drug on earth.I can't stop myself from lifting her skirts just so I can slide my hand under her chemise and push my fingers between her folds.
She's already wet for me, and the realization nearly brings me to my knees.I've never wanted any woman this much.But Rachel is different.I slide one finger inside her, then two, watching her face as her eyes flutter closed and her mouth forms a perfect "O" of pleasure.My breathing grows heavier, and I can't resist petting her inner walls with both fingers until she gasps and moans, her lids fluttering shut.
"Joey!"she cries out, and I know she's getting closer to climax."We need to be careful.If my father finds out---"
"I know, I know, he'll murder me."I brush my mouth against her neck, tasting the salt of her skin."Tell me to stop and I will."
But she doesn't tell me to stop.Instead, she reaches between us, her fingers fumbling with the fastenings of my trews.The sensation of her hand wrapping around me nearly makes me lose control then and there.
"Rachel," I groan."You're killing me."
Her throaty laugh gets me even more turned on."I want you alive and buried inside my wombgate."
"Your what gate?"
"My vulva."
"Uh-huh."I don't have the brainpower to figure out what she's saying anymore.So instead, I growl, too lust-addled to think straight."Need to fuck you so hard we'll both see stars."
"Och, Joey, please."
Just as I'm about to suggest we sneak off to some secluded glade, a twig snaps nearby.We freeze, our hearts pounding in unison.I reluctantly pull away from Rachel, zipping up my trews, my body on fire with the need to blow my top inside her sweet body.Can't do that now.
We both strain our ears, listening for any further signs of an intruder.
"Did ye hear that?"Rachel whispers, her eyes wide.
I listen to the delicate sounds of the forest---leaves rustling, birds chirping in the distance.But the dense foliage makes it difficult to see very far, and the lengthening shadows of late afternoon only add to the eerie atmosphere.My hand instinctively goes to my waist, where I'd always kept a pocketknife, but it isn't there.I left it back in New York.Old habits die hard, I suppose.
"We should head back," I say, trying to keep my voice calm."It's probably nothing, but---"
Another snap, closer this time.
Rachel grabs my hand, twining her fingers with mine.
I have no defensive weapons, not even a dirk, that I could use to protect this woman.
She grips my biceps, whispering urgently."Joey, I think we should run."
