Page 48 of Highlander Unraveled
“A tie? That is all?” He sounded shocked.
I nodded, and rolled onto my side, tugging at the knot, while I laughed.
“Ah.” Logan wiggled his brows. “Verra easy to access.”
“Very.” I smiled and his fingers tangled with mine as we both rushed to get the dress untied.
His mouth claimed mine as we finally saw the task handled, the air in the room hitting the skin of my stomach.
I teased his lower lip with my tongue, gulping air when his tongue slid over mine. Amazing that feeling, velvet soft and slick, how it sparked awareness over every inch of my skin.
Logan’s hand pressed flat to my belly then caressed upward to my breasts, full in a matching practical bra.
“And this… How do I get rid of this?” he teased, skimming is fingers behind the fabric to stroke my hardened nipples.
“Wait,” I said, clasping his hand to my breast with his hand over it. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”
I was still self-conscious of them, having only been used to feeding our child, it felt… awkward.
“Dinna be shy,” he said, kissing near my ear and then sliding his lips along the column of my neck. “I love your breasts.”
“But—”
“Shh…” He kissed my collarbone and I shivered at the sensual scratch of his stubble on my sensitive skin.
Logan roved lower, his breath hot on my skin. And I quivered with pleasure. He teased the fabric of the bra with his tongue, tugging at it with his teeth until one nipple was exposed.
I groaned, arching my back, as his lips brushed the taut peak. Amazing how versatile the body was. Made for creating and giving life. Made for giving and receiving pleasure.
I could barely breathe, air passing back forth through my lips in gasps and sighs. I tugged at the pin on his shoulder, letting it fall to wherever my shoe was. I pulled his shirt from his kilt, sliding my hand over the hot, rigid muscles of his back, tracing scars I’d kissed a hundred times.
“I want to feel you,” I said, gripping his belt. “Skin to skin.”
I itched to be naked with him. To rub our bodies together, to feel the hair of his chest tickle my breasts, the hair of his legs teasing my inner thighs.
I tugged on the belt, feeling it release. I slid it from around his body and tossed it.
“Unwrap me,” he teased.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”
He leaned back on his heels and I tugged at the fabric, around and around his hips, until finally his turgid flesh was exposed. Long, thick, a vein throbbing down the center.
“God it’s been so long,” I said.
“Worth the wait,” he murmured, scooting closer on his knees.
He took hold of my dress at the shoulders and pulled it the rest of the way off. Tugged at my panties, slipping them over my hips, down my thighs, my calves, ankles and flinging them. Then, he fingered the bra.
“This, too,” he said.
I nodded, no longer caring, but needing to feel him on me.
I reached behind and unhooked the bra. I kicked off my other shoe, our clothes in a heap on the floor.
With Logan kneeling between my thighs, I pressed my hand to the place over his heart.
“We belong together,” I said. “That’s why you’re here. I should never have left.”
