Page 72 of It Happened in the Highlands
Her fingers scraped his manhood through the fall of his breeches, and he heard a low moan sound deep in his own throat.
“No, I don’t believe you can.” She smiled saucily, looking down at the bulge. “But perhapsIcan wait.”
The playfulness in her tone drove him mad with desire to make love to her right now. Wrapping her legs around him and burying himself inside her against the door had a certain appeal. But that would be only the beginning. There was no question in his mind that she’d want to make love again on the dresser and the chair and on the table by the window . . . and eventually in her bed. This was what their first night together had been like. They were both insatiable in their desire for one another.
“Then perhaps you’ll let me try to change your mind.”
He slipped his hands over her perfect bottom, picked her up, and set her down on the edge of the bed.
Without waiting, he peeled away her shift and threw it aside. Then he stepped back and took his time undressing as she lay back on an elbow and watched.
As he disrobed, his eyes feasted on the fullness of her breasts, rising and falling with the uneven pace of her breathing. On the pale skin of her stomach and the curves of her belly that he planned to run his tongue over en route to the dark triangle of hair. She was truly breathtaking. And she was his.
“You’re taking unfair advantage of me,” she whispered, lying back on the sheets. “It’s exciting to watch you undress.”
Wynne took hold of her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her eyes were smoky with passion and a low moan escaped her lips as his thumb played lightly over the rosy hardness of her nipples. Pushing open her legs, he stepped between them. His hand moved slowly downward over her stomach and he heard the sharp intake of breath.
“Watching me undress is the only thing that excites you?” he asked, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.
“We’ll need to assess that, as well.”
He leaned over her and kissed her, his tongue sliding into her soft mouth. He moved to her neck, and then to the tops of her breasts. As he took one nipple into his mouth, her fingers threaded into his hair.
“You’re getting closer to an answer,” she whispered, breathlessly guiding his mouth to her other nipple.
He slid a finger into her wet folds and watched her eyes open wide. She raised her hips to his touch, rocking gently against it.
The urgent desire to drive his throbbing shaft into her was beginning to madden him. She was perfection. Softness as in a dream. And more willing than he’d ever conceived in his most carnal imaginings.
He was about to put his mouth where his fingers were, but she stopped him, wrapping her hand around his cock and sliding her fingers along the length of him.
“Have you assessed the situation?” he said, trying to stay sane.
“I believe I have.” She shifted on the bed, positioning herself. “And I’m proposing a contest.”
“A contest?” he asked, looking at the temptress on the bed.
“Who will make the other fall apart first,” she said, inching closer to tempt him. “In Garloch, you were certainly the winner. Tonight . . . I’m challenging you.”
He had no doubt he’d be a winner in this game, regardless of her enthusiasm or the outcome.
“And no putting your lovely mouth on me or using your magical fingers to drive me over the edge. At least not the first time.”
“The same goes with you,” he told her, reluctantly removing her fingers from his manhood. “I accept your challenge.”
She lay back on the bed, inviting him. This was a vision of his private life with Jo, he thought, his heart soaring. He was the luckiest man alive.
Wynne took hold of her hand and brushed it against her own sex.
“Does this count?” he asked.
She arched her back involuntarily and then pulled her hand away. “You’re bending the rules.”
“Well, we can’t be bending rules now, can we?”
He moved closer until the blunt head of his cock pressed at the slick juncture of her legs. She was ready for him.
“En garde,”he growled.
