Page 10 of My Highland Fling
“Your hair is soft.I didn’t think I liked long hair, but I’ve changed my mind,” she murmured.
Ramsay laughed aloud.“The ladies who work in Storm in a Teacup informed me women prefer trimmed, tidy hair.”He didn’t wait for an answer but dived in to savor her.He made an appreciative noise as her musky scent and sweetness swirled around him, inside him.Delicious.Ramsay slid his tongue over her clit, and she gripped his hair and tugged.
“Yes,” she ordered.
He lifted his head to glance askance at her.
“I like this.I like it a lot.Do more.”
“Has no one gone down on you before?”
“Haven’t done this before,” she said.“Not with anyone else.”
Delight suffused him, and a possessive growl emerged.Her brown eyes rounded, but thankfully, he hadn’t scared her.He licked her slit and gathered her honey with his tongue.
“Your tongue is rough.The friction is so good.”
His feline, he wanted to tell her, but a human wouldn’t understand.Even though every instinct cried she was his mate, he needed to practice restraint.Meanwhile, he’d gift her with pleasure and make her scream.He’d love her so well, she’d think of him whenever they were apart.Yeah, sounded like a plan.
Ramsay gripped her thighs and settled in to tease her into pleasurable screams.
Chapter 5
Lovemaking.Oh, My!
Gabriellegrippedhishairand tugged, her back bowing as pleasure tore through her.He pushed one thick finger inside her, and exquisite sensations shot across her nerve endings.This was superior to touching herself in the middle of the night.Gabrielle squeezed her eyes shut and let herself wallow in the delight, the bliss, the decadence of this handsome man whose attention focused on her.Heady stuff, since most people in her life ignored her or treated her as a nuisance.
Not Ramsay.
He made her feel essential.Worthy.
Enticing and sensual.
Beautiful.
Ramsay stroked her clit before settling his mouth on her.
“Yes,” she cried out, grinding against the silken pressure.He wiggled his tongue, and everything inside her yanked tight.Ramsay flexed his thick fingers into her again.Seconds later, pleasure rushed through her, streaking to her toes and up her torso.Her channel clenched around his fingers, the spasms gradually tapering off.She issued a loud, satisfied sigh.Her eyes opened, and she discovered Ramsay watching her, a tiny smile on his lips.Heat collected in her cheeks, but she didn’t move or try to hide.She grinned back.
“You look like an angel.”His sincere expression told her his words were genuine.
“Thank you.”She paused and cocked her head.“Can we do that again?”
“Maybe.”
Something in his tone had her stiffening.Would he call a halt?She wanted to cry.He couldn’t stop, couldn’t tell her he didn’t want to have sex with her.
A trace of bitterness slid through her mind, spoiling her feel-good mood.She wanted this so badly.Ramsay had made a significant impression on her and seemed decent.Thoughtful.And weirdly, she trusted him.
The Swedish prince didn’t value her, and Gabrielle wasn’t stupid.The arranged engagement was a mere blip on his social calendar.She read the tabloids, and Prince Gregor featured each week with a different woman on his arm.Each was gorgeous and sexy.Secure in their beauty.Experienced actresses and entertainers.Common sense told her he didn’t shake hands with these smiling, pouting women at night’s end.As husband material, the prince was a poor bet.
No, Gabrielle wanted what instinctively she understood Ramsay could give her.Tenderness and sweetness.
He must’ve sensed some of her thoughts because he rose and moved up the bed to sit by her.“I desperately want to make love to you.”He glanced down at his cock, his mouth twisting with what she thought might be irony.“I guess it’s easy for you to tell I’m not lying, but your first time is special.If you want more time, I’ll wait.”
With her marriage to Gregor fast approaching, she’d never have another chance to have normal.Panic beat at her, a burst of adrenaline leaving her almost light-headed.The closer to her wedding, the more fear and doubt rushed her, leaving her heart heavy and dissatisfaction preying on her mind.
When her parents had laid out her future, she’d understood their point of view.She’d had their approval for once—from the moment she’d listened to their plan.Now it felt as if they were steamrollers, flattening her every protest.
