Page 89 of Her Wicked Highwayman
“Yes,” she agreed, writhing in his arms. “Please . . .Please . . .”
“Tell me how ye want it, sweet little lass,” he crooned against her ear.
“I want it wicked.”
He cupped her face, his mouth slanting over hers, his tongue ruthless between her lips as he showed her what he soon would do, and it melted her insides in the most wanton way.
“Then ye’ll take me as I wish,” he warned with a dark laugh. Suddenly she was turned around to face away from him, and he bent her over the bed. He tossed his gloves aside and trailed his strong, elegant fingers down her bare back, then under her to cup her breasts. She braced herself on her elbows, moaning as he played with her. He moved closer behind her, and she heard him unfasten his trousers.
“Now, little fire drake, take me. Make me burn.” His cock thrust into her as he grasped her hips, his fingers digging in. She was full, so full of him, and she whimpered at the sheer pleasure of that all-consuming feeling of belonging to this man. She pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Yes,” he rasped in dark victory. “Yer mine, lass, mine... always.”
“Always,” she echoed as she was struck with a climax with the force of a lightning bolt. She couldn’t make a single sound as pure, blinding pleasure shot through her. Diana collapsed limp on the bed as the highwayman continued to slake his lust upon her, and she reveled in his hoarse cry as he came a few moments later. He held still, deep within her, breathing hard, and her body held him, still pulsing with faint aftershocks.
He slowly withdrew and gently settled her upon the bed. He shed all but the domino before he returned to her side with awet cloth. She shyly parted her legs as he wiped her clean, then crawled into bed beside her, taking her into his arms.
“I have something else to give you,” she said as she lay on his chest and stared up at his masked countenance.
“Oh?”
She slipped the mask from his face and saw Rafe’s eyes crinkle with love and mischief.
“The problem is,” she said with a little smile, “I couldn’t quite manage putting it under that beautiful tree.”
“Big, is it?” he teased. “Howbig?” He was like a child ready to tear into his gifts.
“Actually, at the moment, it’s rather small,” she admitted. “But it will grow, and I think Isla will be quite excited about it too.”
Rafe’s eyes suddenly glowed in the candlelight. “And what could be small but grow, that Isla would like? You didn’t buy her a kitten, did you? I was thinking of giving her one of the barn cat’s kittens in a few weeks, when it’s old enough.”
“No,” Diana laughed. “Although it will want milk and it will cry, just as kittens do.”
The look on his face, the shock followed by joy and wonder... how she had longed to see that. The wonder of a man knowing he would become a father a second time.
He grasped her, pulling her even closer to him. “You speak the truth? You are with child?” His voice was breathless, and his excitement made his smile dance.
“Yes, quite sure,” she promised him. “I shall give you what I’ve given no other man.”
He cupped her face with one hand, brushing his thumb over her lips.
“You already gave me something you’ve given no other man—you gave me your heart.”
“Then you are twice blessed,” she teased, but his deep gaze, so intense, stole her smile and her breath.
“I amforeverblessed, Diana.”
Diana saw the heart belonging to her wicked highwayman, Rafe Lennox, shining like the gold of the coming dawn of aperfectChristmas morning.
