Page 53 of Captured By the Cruel Highlander
The new position meant that he could thrust even more forcefully into her.
She screamed again, unable to prevent it, as white-hot pleasure cascaded through her, her walls clenching around his fingers over and over as she found her release.
Before she could fully process what had happened, he lunged forward and took her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside her even as he gently withdrew his fingers. Their hips connected as he began to rub himself against her.
His hard length rubbed against her sex, sending wicked waves of fresh need through her.
Adam bit her lip and sucked on her tongue, making her wild with pleasure. Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders, he lifted his body away from her, continuing to rub against her, his eyes fluttering shut with pleasure.
“Ye are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he grunted as one hand moved beneath his kilt and began to stroke his shaft urgently.
Emily could not look away as she saw his thick length for the first time. It was only for a few moments before he found his release. He shuddered above her, his seed staining the clean léine on her body and coating her heated flesh.
Adam collapsed above her, his mouth searching for hers again with slow, lazy kisses that made her shudder and moan. His tongue caressed hers, and his fingers stroked her breasts beneath the fabric of the léine. His fingers found the peaks, squeezing them softly, making her jolt in surprised pleasure.
After an eternity, he finally rolled away with a contented sigh, pulling her into his arms and throwing the blanket over their bodies.
She lay beside him, stunned at how he had made her body come alive for him. She listened to the crackle of the fire and the pouring rain and felt entirely content as sleep finally took her.
19
Adam woke up to the tweeting of birds and a weight on his chest.
He looked down to find Emily lying across him, her face relaxed in sleep. Her hair tumbled over his chest and down onto the floor, gleaming in the weak sunlight that streamed through the windows.
He took the opportunity to examine her face. Her skin was smooth and white as marble. Her long eyelashes rested lightly on her cheeks, and her full lips were slightly parted in sleep.
She was beautiful. He had never seen anything so lovely in all his life—he couldn’t look away.
Fantastic, now I have feelings for me bride-to-be, and what is more, I completely lost control last night.
Emily murmured in her sleep, and Adam quickly shifted her onto the floor. She stirred a little but otherwise didn’t wake up as he rolled her onto her side. He frowned at the chill of the stone floor.
The fire had died down in the early hours of the morning, but the coals were still glowing in the grate. He rose, careful not to jostle her, and carefully placed a couple of logs in the hearth.
The fire crackled a little as he blew over the coals, and a flame sparked against one of the pieces of bark and began to spread across the logs. He didn’t want Emily to be cold. She might be only a means to an end, but a man should care for his tools. Shouldn’t he?
Glancing down at the sleeping woman, he tried to get a handle on his emotions.
Me clan doesnae need this. I shouldnae be worried about her. I should be focused on bringin’ back me sister and bein’ the Laird me clan deserves.
He moved softly around the room, picking up his discarded jacket and cloak. Everything was still damp from the night before, but it was drier than it had been. He bent down to pull the blanket further over Emily’s body as the fire finally started to burn more brightly again.
He stood back, staring down at her, feeling lost.
I shouldnae have touched her like that.What she said was right. I am nae being fair to her.
Her words to him the night before had struck him hard.
Whycouldn’t he leave her alone? By rights, she should be a stranger in his castle. They shouldn’t have interacted much at all until the wedding was upon them.
Instead, Emily had gotten under his skin without him realizing it. She didn’t take no for an answer andfoughthim at every opportunity. Whoever her father was, Adam wanted to either rage at the man or shake his hand. He’d raised an independent and fearsome woman.
Adam almost groaned aloud as he realized he had been standing in the lodge for several minutes just watching her sleep. He remembered the taste of her lips and the scent of her hair, dampened by the sweet-smelling rain and laced with a hint of the moorlands he loved so much.
He knew he should leave. He wanted to stay. He stood silently above her, breathing heavily, fighting with himself until he lost the battle completely.
He knelt beside her, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he rose and walked swiftly out of the lodge.
