Page 122 of The Highlander's Kilted Bride
Charlie wound her arms around his neck, kissing him with an urgency that was both sweetly innocent and sensually devastating. Naturally, he kissed her back, because she had the most delicious pair of lips he’d ever tasted. He nudged them wider, slipping inside to plunder her mouth. And his lass gave as good as she got, wriggling closer as she eagerly explored him back.
And weren’t her curves just a delight, too? Her breasts were soft as pillows, and he could already imagine her nipples growing stiff and flushed as he played with her. And her arse . . . he’d definitely noticed those curves. Kade let a hand drift down, gently squeezing one cheek. When she sighed her approval into his mouth, he cupped her with both hands, kneading her pretty bottom and nudging her tight against him.
But then Charlie suddenly stilled, going stiff as a poker in his arms.
Kade mentally cursed himself. For all her boldness, she was an innocent and he was all but ravishing her against the piano.
He forced himself to ease back, clamping down hard on a desire that throbbed in every muscle of his body.
That’s not the only part that’s throbbing, ye randy bastard.
Charlie stared up at him, wide-eyed and flushed, her lips pink and swollen from his kisses. She was temptation incarnate.
“Sorry,” he gruffly managed. “I shouldn’t be manhandling you like this.”
But as he started to step away, she whipped down her hands and clamped them onhisarse, holding him tightly against her. That was a colossal mistake, because his cock was now perfectly wedged against the notch of her thighs.
Not that his cock—or the rest of his body—minded one bit.
“Lass, what are you doing?” he gritted out.
“I should think it obvious, by now,” she pertly replied.
He frowned. “So . . . you want me to manhandle you?”
“I believe I’m doing the manhandling, at the moment.”
He snorted. “Och, lass.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Why did you stop, Kade?”
“Becauseyoustopped.”
“I was simply a bit startled. By the size of . . .” She released him, twirling a hand. “You know.”
“Trust me, I do know,” he dryly replied.
“Well, I’m no longer startled, so you can go back to doing what you were doing.”
He shook his head. “Charlie, that is a very bad idea. For one thing, anyone could—”
She interrupted him. “Kade,dobe quiet, would you?”
Once again, she clamped her hands around his head and pulled him down for a kiss. And what a kiss it was—full of softness and heat, and deliciously demanding. It shredded the last bit of sense in his brain.
Kade wrapped his hands around her waist and picked her straight up. Charlie wrapped herself around him, never breaking the kiss as he walked backwards. When his legs hit the edge of the sofa, he sat, bringing her down with him. They landed in a bit of a sprawl, Kade half reclining against the cushions.
Charlie broke free with a gasp. “Kade, don’t hurt your shoulder!”
“My blasted shoulder is fine.”
He wrapped his hands around her hips and lifted, plopping her fully onto his lap. She squeaked a bit, wriggling against his now-massive erection. Kade hissed out a breath. It took a stupendous exertion of will to keep from spreading her wide and exploring her most intimate parts.
Instead, he carefully positioned her to straddle his thighs. That hiked up her gown and brought her breasts to his eye level. Her bodice had pulled down a bit, revealing the top of her stays—and the tops of her breasts. Unable to resist, he ran his tongue along the plump swell, briefly dipping down to taste the edge of one nipple.
Charlie let out a moan, one that shot fire through his veins. He shifted her slightly so that her round backside was now snug against his erection, with nothing between them but the fall of his breeches and her thin gown. The thought of her tight little channel clenched around him was so enticing that he flexed his hips, nudging against her. He couldn’t hold back a groan as her bottom pressed onto his cock.
“Oh . . . oh, my goodness,” Charlie said with a gasp.
