Page 62 of Taken By the Savage Highlander

“I daenae think I will ever get enough of ye,” he said against her mouth, the hand fondling her chest slipping inside the top of her bodice. As he pinched her pebbled, sensitive nipple, she cried out. “Every sound ye make drives me mad. Ye have nae idea what ye do to me, Margo.”

“Please, Cameron,” she whimpered.

The way his fingers twisted around the nub made her entire body twitch as if she were being struck by lightning. The sensation was so sharp, so foreign, that she could do nothing but feel each minute twinge of his fingertips. She could not stop the sounds that spilled from her mouth, and her grip on him adjusted, a hand on his shoulder and one tightening around his ribs.

Cameron’s muscles rippled beneath her touch as he got closer to her aching core. It was obvious that he was still holding himself back, still trying to keep himself from breaking her. If she could say anything other than his name, Margo would tell him that she was strong. He couldn’t break her, not like this.

When his fingers finally reached her core, her vision whited out. Her nails dug into the fabric of his doublet. As he swiped a single digit through her wet folds.

“Cameron,” Margo moaned, pulling him back against her mouth, a desperate part of her needing to kiss him.

He split his attention seamlessly, kissing the breath out of her lungs as he continued his exploration. She had never felt more in tune with her body than she did right now. When he pressed against her entrance with a single, probing fingertip, stars flashed before her eyes.

“That’s it, aye?” he asked, a second finger joining the first. Then, his thumb found a bundle of nerves a bit higher. The slow, circular motion felt like a touch directly to her soul, and she couldn’t stop the ragged, broken noise from escaping her lips. “Every sound ye make is for me. Ye are all mine, arenae ye?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her hips twitching against the assault on her senses.

She was full, stretched in a way she would have never imagined. A wild part of her brain wanted more. Cameron quieted it by beginning to piston his fingers in and out, his tongue licking into her mouth and muffling the desperate whimpers that escaped her.

The heat in her belly turned into a raging fire. It spread down her inner thighs, burning the soles of her feet. Her heart hammered faster than it ever had, and it felt as if her entire body was coiled and poised to launch.

“I’m—” she started, the rest of her warning swallowed by a tremendous groan that seemed to be pulled from the depths of her soul.

“Let it out,” Cameron commanded, his ministrations only getting more intense.

He seemed to be conducting her pleasure; every move he made was calculated. There was nothing she could do to hold off the storm of her climax. The tension inside her reached its breaking point.

Like waves against the shore, like the fearsome winds that battered the cliffs, her orgasm crested and waned. She forgot everything that wasn’t Cameron, that wasn’t the man still working her over. His lips were hot against her cheek, her jaw, her neck.

“Ach, so bonnie,” he whispered in her ear, sending another swell of tingling sensation down her spine.

He pulled back just enough to take in all of her features. As he removed one hand from between her legs, the other slid out of her bodice, mapping its way up to her cheek. His thumb stroked the supple swell of her cheek, his hand cooler than the fire of her flush.

Just as she became aware of his arousal, a persistent hardness pressed against her thigh, a knock came at the door. Her eyes widened, and a panicked part of her tried to squirm away. Cameron gave a sharp shake of his head, wordlessly telling her to stay where she was.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice still rough.

“I have just come to inform ye that the guests are ready for ye when ye are ready to join the ceilidh,” a servant said, her voice carefully professional.

“We will make our way downstairs shortly,” he replied, clipped.

He was still so close to Margo, his hand still on her cheek, his body still between her legs. Though her breathing had evened out, she hadn’t yet come back into herself. It was not until Cameron finally stepped away, letting his arm drop to his side, did her senses start to make their way back to her.

Pulling her skirt back down and returning her modesty, he said, “Take a few moments to put yerself back together. I will ensure nae one comes to bother ye while ye do.”

Then, nodding in a way that felt far too formal for what he had just done to her, he turned and left the room. She watched, stunned, as he slipped out of the door, quietly closing it behind him. Once she was sure she was alone, she laughed incredulously.

He’s still as confusing as ever.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

As music swelled, filling the hall with undeniable merriment, Margo’s fingers brushed against the pendant tucked into her bodice.

“I should have had someone teach me how to dance,” Eleanor sighed dramatically, though she did not seem at all upset. “I keep stepping on everyone’s toes. They dance so differently here than they do back in England.”

“I feel the same. It is a shame I did not think to ask Mother to teach me Highland dances. Perhaps I believed they would be the same everywhere,” Margo said as she offered her sister her hand. While she was enjoying meeting everyone, Margo was growing restless watching the rest of the guests enjoying the music on the dance floor. “And my dance partner seems incredibly averse to the idea.”

Laughing, Eleanor followed Margo’s gaze to where Cameron lingered beside the drinks table talking to Lachlan and Hugh. Now that the other women had pointed it out, Margo realized his eyes seemed to always seek her out. More than once, she had caught him looking, and each time, she had averted her own eyes, her face burning, her breathing stuttering.