Page 16 of Highlander Unraveled
Good God, but she was amazing. The dream was so real, so filled with pleasure and bliss. Every bit as beautiful and memorable as real life.
As our bodies joined, and we made love the way we did best, I couldn’t help but keep thinking,this better work.I wanted her back. Hell, the dream was fucking amazing, but Emma in the flesh… Having her with me day and night, that was the true miracle.
Her nails scraped over my shoulders, and suddenly she was pushing me backward, gripping my hands and thrusting them over my head. The temptress was back, her hips swiveling faster, harder. Her breasts bounced near my face. Close enough that if I leaned up, I might be able to grip one luscious nipple between my teeth. I tried, but missed her by half an inch.
I groaned, licked my lips and wished I were licking her flesh. Emma’s blue eyes were still locked on mine, her pupils dilated, skin flushed, and a sexy smile curling her mouth. She liked to torment me.
Emma leaned forward enough to tease my mouth with her breasts, and I did my best to delight her with my roving tongue.
“Ye’re amazing,” I murmured.
“You’re everything I ever wanted. Everything, Logan. I don’t want to lose you.”
I shook my head, tightening my hold on her hands over my head.
“Never. Ye’ll never lose me, love.”
“I’m so close,” she murmured. “But I don’t want to come. I’m afraid.”
“Dinna be afraid of pleasure,” I said, then had to grind my teeth because I was dangerously close to exploding and the way she was riding me, I’d be doing so any moment.
“I’m afraid it will wake us up.”
The rune stone flickered, catching both of our attention. Emma’s eyes met mine, worry filling her face. Her grip on my hands loosened. But I wouldn’t let her, let go. I held on tight, and pumped my hips harder.
“Come, lass. Let yourself climax with me.”
Her throat bobbed, and she nodded, relaxing a little, matching her rhythm to mine. I concentrated on her, working to give her pleasure until we were both shuddering, crying out, fiery release ripping through our beings so clearly and defined I thought it might have touched my soul.
Emma collapsed on top of me, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming hard and fast.
She hugged me tight and I wrapped her up in my embrace, pressing my face to her hair and breathing her in.
“Do you think it worked?” she asked.
“Aye.” But I wasn’t certain. I didn’t feel that magical tingling that I’d felt when I’d been in the torturer’s chamber, that surge of power filling my limbs that had set me free.
I felt languid, blissfully happy with her lying in my arms, and yet sorrowful because I didn’t know when she’d be taken from me again. I was terrified. A feeling completely foreign to me.
“Logan,” she croaked, sitting up straight, eyes locked on mine and filled with fear. “I can feel myself drifting…”
Her body shimmered, flickered, and then was still again. I looked behind us, the rune stone’s light fading.
I sat up with her, clutching her to me and kissing her. I would kiss her until she was no longer there.
“Stay, stay, stay,” I chanted against her mouth.
“I want to.” She held me tight, kissed me back just as hard.
But I could feel her fading, feel the press of her lips dissipate.
And then she was gone, and I was left clutching at air.
“Emma!” I leapt to my feet, turning in a circle, my skin, which had been so hot, suddenly cold. I tucked myself back into my breeches, and ran around the perimeter of the grove, praying she’d just decided to tease me. To hide for the fun of it.
I checked behind the stones; parted gorse bushes; looked behind trees.
But I was utterly alone.
