Page 58 of It Happened in the Highlands
Her gaze moved to his eyes, and he was an animal unleashed.
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He couldn’t wait. He wouldn’t wait. The flawless skin exposed and the perfection of her breasts took his breath away.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He sat up abruptly, taking possession of her mouth. His tongue plunged into the soft recesses of her mouth. She arched against his body as his palm closed over the firmness of her breast. She moaned, driving him insane.
He had to go slow, take his time. The urge to tear off her clothes and bury himself deep inside her was too great. Wynne took her by the waist and the next instant she was on her back, staring up at him.
Leaning over her, he studied her eyes, the curve of her cheek, the delicate coloring of her lips, the play of dark hair on the sheets. She’d finally stepped out of his dreams into his life. He would love her for eternity.
He kissed her more gently this time, and their mouths continued a dance of love as their souls joined.
“Make love to me, Wynne,” she whispered against his lips.
“I will . . . in time.”
He slid his lips slowly down her neck and to her breasts. He pushed the shift to her waist and he heard her gasp as he tasted and teased her nipple.
He wanted to see all of her. Moving back onto the floor, he slowly undressed her. As he worked, his hands grazed across her skin, over her quivering belly, down the leg and up the inside of her thighs until a finger brushed against the slick opening of her sex.
A moment later, still standing beside the bed, Wynne looked down at the incomparable splendor of her naked body. She was the huntress Diana come to Earth to take her pleasure and grace the world of mortals.
He tossed aside his boots but didn’t trust himself to remove his breeches when he lay beside her on the bed.
“Why?”
“Later,” he told her. “After I am done with you.”
Before she could object again, his hand slid over the symmetrical perfection of her breasts, and then moved slowly downward. His mouth recaptured hers, again muffling her gasp when he touched her center of pleasure.
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“Close your eyes and feel every sensation.” Wynne whispered in her ear, and she arched her body in response.
Jo closed her eyes as his mouth trailed down to her nipple. She felt a blissful madness coming on as his lips tugged at her. Waves of heat swept from her breasts to her core. She lifted her hips, desperately wanting his hand there again.
He was an expert. He knew what she wanted. His warm and magical hand slowly skimmed down her belly, leisurely exploring until it reached the junction of her thighs. She moaned as his finger gently slipped between her legs and found the delicate spot.
“Wynne.” His name escaped her lips in wonder.
He began to stroke her, and Jo forgot her own name. His palm pressed at the mound, his fingers retreating and entering again. He caressed her so softly, so perfectly. Her legs tensed, and she felt the slick wetness beneath his touch. Jo found herself short of breath. Her body was suddenly humming with brilliant new sensations.
All the years of dreaming, of imagining this man in her bed, in her life, and the real experience of this moment so much surpassed all those visions.
His fingers circled and stroked, and an unbearable pressure was building within her.
She was possessed by him. He had enthralled her body in a timeless, frenzied world of sensation and passion. When she thought her release was imminent, he surprised her again by moving down her body and kissing her stomach and moving still lower.
Her eyes opened. She stared, not allowing herself to breathe. Praying that he wouldn’t stop. Jo gasped when he covered her sex with his mouth.
His tongue replaced his finger, nudging at her so gently, lightly sucking, prodding.
Jo’s hands tangled themselves in Wynne’s hair, trying to pull him closer, wanting it to never end.
Suddenly her world splintered into unfathomable pleasure she’d never known before, and she heard herself cry out.
