Page 40 of Highland Yule
Chapter Thirteen
Heat spread throughher at the hungry look in Colmac’s eyes. She could barely believe he was her husband now. That the love they had found long ago finally had a chance to flourish and grow.
Ever so slowly, worshiping her with his gaze, he undid the sashes of her dress then lowered it over her shoulders. Nervous and excited all at once, she tensed, unsure what she should do. How she should respond.
“’Tis all right, lass,” he said softly, evidently noticing her concern. “I will see ye well pleasured.”
“I dinnae doubt it,” she said just as softly. Her dress pooled to the floor, leaving only her shift. “Yet I know nothing of pleasuring ye.”
“Just being with ye brings me pleasure.” He crouched, helped her step free of the dress, and removed her shoes. His hands rode up her calves and thighs, and she struggled to breathe. “Just focus on how I make ye feel, Rona.” His eyes rose to hers. “Soon enough yer worry will fade.”
She nodded but could not find her voice to respond at the feel of his warm, weapon roughened hands on her sensitive flesh. A burning ache ignited between her thighs, and her legs grew weak. Something he seemed to realize because he stopped his slow torture, scooped her up and laid her on the bed.
When he undressed, she could hardly hear the wind whistling through the rafters, her heart pounded so loudly. She had never seen a man nude but found she liked it. Very much. Or at least a man who looked like Colmac. Well-muscled from battle, and slightly scarred from wounds, his form appealed to her so greatly that the burning between her thighs returned with a vengeance.
“Bloody hell,” she exclaimed, spying what hung between his legs. Long and thick, his cock was more than ready to claim her by the looks of it. Would it fit, though? That seemed an impossible feat.
“’Tis all right,” he assured again, joining her.
He cupped the side of her neck and kissed her softly at first before it grew more passionate. Lost in the sensation of his tongue dancing with hers, she relaxed as his hand traveled over her shoulder, down her arm, and across her stomach. Then it wandered up until he brushed the side of her breast. Shivers rushed through her, and her nipples tightened in anticipation.
Seeming to understand what she needed, he palmed her breast through her shift and peppered kisses along her neck. As if unwrapping a treasured gift, he slowly lowered her shift and continued downward. Gooseflesh spread like wildfire and sensations heightened even more. Bracing herself, barely able to inhale, she arched when his mouth found her bare breast.
Colmac rolled his tongue around her pebbled nipple, and her eyes fluttered closed. When he suckled it, they shot open on a moan. All the while, he worked her shift down and touched her. Featherlike on her belly causing tantalizing pleasure to fan out everywhere. Then more aggressively, making her writhe, desperate for more.
“So bloody beautiful,” he groaned.
His gaze swept over her, and his talented lips followed in the wake of his hand, kissing here, licking there. She was so caught up in the vivid sensations he wrung from her, she barely knew how far he had traveled until he tossed aside her shift. She thought for sure he would come back up but instead dropped kisses along her inner thigh.
“What are ye—” She cried out in pleasure when he pressed her thighs apart and licked her vulnerable center.
Should she stop him? Was this appropriate?
Yet she found she did not care. Not as he licked and kissed, then pulled the tiny center of her pleasure into his mouth. Heat flushed her skin like an inferno. Groaning, she gripped the bedding. Sensations swelled. Bliss consumed. He suckled harder, causing need to coil tighter and tighter until she bit her lower lip hard.
Suddenly, everything let go, and untouchable pleasure shot through her.
