Page 56 of The Highlander's Alluring Spy
“You’rebeautiful,” she gasped, reaching out to touch his hard chest, the hair there surprisingly soft, the skin underneath warm and soft and welcoming.
The look Nathair gave her then was so burningly intense that she thought she might be set aflame. He leaned down, crushing his lips against hers, his bare chest connecting with her own and making her cry out against his tongue. Her nails dug into his back, pulling him closer, nearer, begging him never to leave, never to stop touching her.
But he broke the kiss again after a while and moved away from her entirely. She wanted to scream at the absence, at the loss of completeness she hadn’t even known she was missing until he’d finally given it to her. He stood and reached down to help her to her feet.
Did I do something wrong? Is he stopping?
Magnolia took his hand and allowed him to pull her up. He moved her gently but firmly, directing that she should sit on the end of the bed again. Without question, she did as she was told.
Once, she had said to him that he wasn’therLaird. Nothing felt more ludicrous than that thought did now.
He knelt at her feet again, just as he had when he’d made his declaration. This time, he didn’t reach for her hand. Instead, he gently lifted one of her legs, tilting her hips back as he did. He kissed her ankle, then worked his way slowly, teasingly along, his beard tickling her calf, his tongue tasting her thigh.
Magnolia’s breathing hitched then sped up as she realized what he intended to do. She considered stopping him, but the thought felt like a crime of the highest order. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to allow him to taste her, to give her pleasure like nothing else ever had.
When his tongue touched her, ever so lightly, it made her whole body shake, and she gasped out loud. She thought she heard him chuckle at the reaction, but before she could ask, he was buried between her thighs, his tongue dancing out a sweet song against her.
She squirmed as heated ecstasy shocked through her from her head to her toes, her body twitching at every brush of his tongue, every hard squeeze of his fingers on her thighs.
Her own fingers tangled in his wild red hair, pulling hard enough that it must have hurt his scalp, but he just held her tighter and kept going. She needed him, all of him, more of him, and her hips moved urgently as she cried out and gasped and held him tighter and tighter against her.
I have never felt anything like this. Ah!
He kept at it, each eager movement and taste building something inside her. Each exquisite moment so intense it would have been painful had it not been so pleasurable. She was torn between the desperate need for release and the wish that he would never stop.
Both of her legs were over his shoulders, now, her knees curled to pull him closer still, and he let go of her with one of his hands. Her head was tilted back, her arms propping her up, her eyes half-lidded as she experienced this, and suddenly his hand was creeping up the exposed skin of her breasts. He tugged at her nipple, demanding her pleasure as he kept at his work below.
The nails of Nathair’s other hand dug into her thigh, and it was suddenly hard to see as the feeling built and built and threatened to overwhelm her completely, and she was at the point where she wasn’t sure if she could take another second of this sweet agony when—
Oh God above.
She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a strangled cry that sounded like a prayer. Her whole body shook, her muscles contracting, her skin was so sensitive it may as well be painlessly aflame. Every nerve in her body was alight, every individual synapse both more present and further from her than they’d ever been.
The pleasure washed through her like a wave, crashing over her and changing every place it touched. And when it finally passed, and she could focus once more, she was panting, covered in sweat, every cell singing.
“Nathair,” she gasped, and he moved so that he was leaning over her on the bed, his face inches from her own.
“Magnolia,” he grunted, the sound deep in his throat.
They stayed like that for a moment, poised in silence. Magnolia was the first to break it as she moved her hands to the string of his underwear. Right, wrong, or otherwise, she knew one thing.
I want him. All of him. I need him.
He helped her get them off from his legs, and then he was bare before her, still leaning over her on the bed, their breath mingling in the air. “Are ye sure?” he asked, and the need throbbing in his voice sent need pulsing through her once more.
“Take me, Me Laird,” she said, a slight tease to the put-on Scottish accent. She found his member and stroked it lightly with her hand, surprised by the feeling–soft and hard at once, warm and responsive–and ready.
His growl was almost feral as he lunged forward, capturing her lips once more, his tongue exploring deeper and deeper. Then he moved to line himself up. “I’ll go slowly,” he said. He was trying to sound calm, she supposed, but the need was more than evident. “If ye need me to stop, just say.”
She nodded with her heart in her throat, nervous and excited and scared and desperate for this all at once. He held her waist, and she his forearms, as he slowly, slowly pushed into her.
Magnolia moaned as he entered her. The fullness of him was all she could feel, all that existed in the world, and when he slowly started to move inside her, it was almost too much to bear. She had expected pain, but there was none–had his actions before smoothed the way? A little tightness, but no hurt as he slid inside her.
“All right?” he whispered.
In response, she moved her hands from his arms to his backside, her nails digging into his cheeks, indicating silently that she wanted–needed–more, more,more.
He wheezed out something like a needy laugh and obliged, moving closer, his hips thrusting a little faster, his head lowered to kiss her stomach, her neck, her hair, anywhere he could reach. She clung to him, each movement like an earthquake through her body, each second of their joining more than she could ever have imagined and only building more.
