Page 33 of Beguiled By the Highlander
“We found each other,” she whispered, and he kissed her, tenderly, almost reverently, and she quivered as desire licked through her like a molten flame.
“Ye’re cold,” he muttered but she didn’t feel cold. Not when the heat from Njord’s body swirled around her like an ethereal embrace.
He swept her into his arms, and she gasped, clutching at his shoulders as he strode to the bed. “Don’t want ye catching a chill.”
“I’m certain it would be worth it.”
His smile took her breath away, before he gently lowered her to the bed. “I’d never forgive myself.”
He followed her onto the bed, kneeling over her, entrapping her between his muscular thighs. The wooden sides and ceiling of the box bed wove an aura of intimacy around them, and Njord was scarcely more than a dark shadow above her. Yet somehow, not being able to see every feature of his face made this illicit rendezvous exquisitely intoxicating.
“Why are ye still robed?” She tugged at his shirt, and for answer, his teeth gleamed in a wicked smile before he ripped the offending article over his head and flung it onto the floor.
She sucked in a wonderstruck breath as the flickering light enhanced the intriguing shadows across his magnificent chest. Daringly, she traced a finger from his throat to his navel, delighting in how he tensed his muscles in reaction to her touch.
Before she could explore further, his mouth crashed down on hers, and his hard body pinned her to the bed. She pulled her hand free and ran her fingers along his back. His groan vibrated inside her mouth, sending featherlike flutters of need arrowing to her core, and she writhed beneath his unyielding strength.
When he braced his weight on his knees, she clawed his hair in protest. “Njord.” Her voice was so husky she scarcely recognized it.
He gave a grunt of amusement, or maybe pain, she wasn’t sure. “I’m not going anywhere, mo chridhe.”
Her heart melted at the endearment. There was no other explanation for why warmth flooded her breast and surged through her blood and she loosened her death grip on his hair.
He lowered his head and trailed kisses along her throat, as he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with his thumbs. She arched into his touch, and gasped in pleasure as he took her sensitive peak into his mouth.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, a silent encouragement, and he sucked her tender nipple, and her ragged breath filled the chamber.
When he inched down her body, his fingers skimmed her waist and hips in a featherlight touch that left ribbons of fire in his wake. His hot, uneven, breath dusted her flesh in a sensual caress, and she shuddered, desperately needing more.
And then he shifted, rising above her, bracing his weight on his hands as he kneed her thighs apart. The breath stalled in herthroat as his calloused fingertips traced across her stomach and the tops of her thighs, igniting a wild craving deep inside that she’d never imagined could exist.
Restlessly, she stirred beneath him, her legs wrapping around his thighs in a futile effort to pull him down on her body again. But he was immovable, keeping his distance as though he enjoyed hearing her sighs of protest.
Her eyes closed as his fingers teased her thighs, circling higher with every stroke. And then his tongue licked her slit. Shock spiked through her, and instinctively she pushed herself upright. His dark head was buried between her thighs. She had never seen a more mesmerizing sight.
“Njord.” Her whisper was hoarse, and when he didn’t answer, but instead slid his tongue inside her, she collapsed back onto the bed, panting erratically.
Somewhere in the back of her pleasure-fogged mind a small voice of reason urged caution. But she was beyond rational thought as fiery spirals ignited wherever his magical tongue explored.
He gripped her bottom, and her fingers dug into the mattress as his mouth worshipped her. She hovered on the precipice, so close to something she could scarcely imagine, yet clinging to what she already knew. And then his tongue pushed against her clit and her reason liquified. Involuntarily, her muscles tensed, and she gave a choked gasp as unimaginable bliss consumed her.
Before she had time to catch her breath, he imprisoned her hips between his knees and pressed her breasts together. Dazed, she could only watch as he pushed his thick manhood into the deep valley he’d created, and renewed ripples of desire claimed her at this most unexpected move.
“But...” she gasped. Was he not going to claim her maidenhead?
“Isolde.” He sounded wild, primitive, and as he rocked between her breasts her questions fled as need consumed her. “Hold me.”
Enthralled by his command, she threaded her fingers through his, and the sensation of her hands covering his while he cupped her breasts pushed her perilously close to the edge once again. He gave a strangled groan and then went rigid before his hot seed flooded her.
Gasping, she wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed on top of her. Her heart thundered, and his harsh breathing filled her head. Time lost meaning as she clung onto him until, at last, he raised his head and gazed at her.
“Don’t move.” His voice was hoarse as he left the bed, before returning with a damp cloth. Tenderly, he wiped her breasts and throat and then dried her with another cloth. Spellbound, she watched his face as he concentrated on his task, as though ensuring her comfort was the most important task he’d ever undertaken.
Finally, he was satisfied, and once again lay beside her, pulling her into his arms and dropping a lingering kiss upon her head. She snuggled close, her fingers playing with his sprinkling of chest hair, loving how he idly caressed her shoulder.
“I didn’t imagine a man could be so heedful,” she whispered.
“I would never risk getting ye with child.” Tenderly he cradled her face, and she mirrored his actions, loving how his day-old beard chafed her palm.
