Page 107 of The Highlander's Princess Bride
He settled his warm hand on her chest, just above the stays. “God,” he murmured, “you’re so beautiful.”
When he dipped a finger inside, the callused tip brushing over her nipple, Victoria had to bite her lip to hold back a moan. He teased her until the nipple fully beaded up, stiff and throbbing with pleasure.
“Would you like me to take off my stays?” she said breathlessly, wanting more.
His eyes lit up with a combination of lust and amusement. “Since I’ve been trying to peer discreetly down the front of your gowns for weeks, I’d say the answer is yes.”
She huffed out a nervous laugh as she began unlacing. His gaze narrowed as he watched her.
Victoria drew the process out, covering for a sudden spurt of nerves. No one would ever call her buxom—skinny was more apt. Because men seemed to like ladies built along more generous lines, she couldn’t help wondering if he would find her lacking.
Impatiently, Arnprior brushed aside her hands and tugged down the stays. Her breasts spilled out, soft and pale in the flickering light of the fire.
“Damn, Victoria,” he murmured. “You’re a bloody goddess.”
He curled a hand around her breast, gently massaging it and playing with her nipple. Sensation sparked underneath his fingertips.
“Now you’re just being silly,” she managed in a breathless voice.
Arnprior’s gaze came up to meet hers, and he leaned in, flicking his tongue along the seam of her mouth. When he nipped her lower lip, she groaned and grabbed for his shoulders. When he stroked her again, she felt heat and dampness build between her thighs.
“Look at your nipples,” he murmured. “Stiff and pink, and perfect for my mouth.”
When he gently pinched one between his fingertips, she whimpered. He bent her back over his arm, then came down to her, sucking the rigid tip into his mouth.
Victoria melted into his powerful embrace. When his firm mouth drew on her, the pleasure was so sharp it made her shudder. She wrapped a hand around the back of his head, holding him close to her breast and silently urging him on.
Arnprior pleasured her with a relentless passion, going from one breast to the other, lavishing attention on her sensitive nipples. She clung to him, her eyelids fluttering shut, her body adrift on a dark, languid sea. When he gently bit one of her nipples, she couldn’t hold back a soft cry. Her insides clenched as small spasms rippled deep within.
When he pulled away, she opened her eyes and tried to focus through the pleasure fogging her brain.
His gaze devoured her, as hard and bright as diamonds, and his smile curved with a fierce satisfaction. He’d never looked more like an untamed Highlander than he did at this moment.
“Lass, I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you,” he said, his brogue lacing his voice with a delicious, deep note. “Of that you can be sure.”
She found that hard to believe, but it was a lovely sentiment anyway.
He swept a gentle hand down her body, lingering on her breast and belly before coming to rest on her thigh.
Her naked thigh.
Victoria glanced down and blinked in surprise. She’d been so distracted by his sensual attentions that she’d failed to notice how he’d inched her skirts up over her knees. Her stockings and garters were in full view, as were inches of skin above them.
When he grasped her crumpled skirts and pulled them up even higher, Victoria squeaked with shock. He’d exposedeverything, including the nest of silky hair at the top of her thighs, which only partly hid her most intimate parts.
She jerked when he brushed his fingers through those curls.
“Easy, lass,” he murmured. “I just want to play with you and make you feel good.” He petted her, as if she were a kitten, and flashed her a roguish grin. “I’d been wondering if you were as blond down there.”
Victoria’s face was burning up—as was the rest of her. He leaned down to cover her lips in a searing, demanding kiss that left her breathless and wanting more, so much more.
When he raised his head, his amusement had vanished. His gaze was once more intent, and his handsome features were pulled in hard, almost savage, lines. He pressed his fingers through her curls, slipping bluntly between her folds. Victoria all but lifted off his lap.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered as he stroked her. “What I wouldn’t give to taste you.”
She clung to his arms. “Um, what?”
“I’ll show you next time. Just relax, love. Enjoy this.”
