Page 77 of Taken By the Savage Highlander

The negligent space between them seemed to disappear. Cameron was not sure if it was he or Margo who had leaned in and closed the gap. It may have been both of them, but he did not care about anything other than how soft and pliant her mouth was against his.

With a growl, he deepened the kiss, one hand coming up to anchor itself in her hair. The touch was undemanding, acting like a tether rather than a request for more. His other hand found the curve of her waist, his grip firm and possessive, leaving no question as to whom she belonged to.

She tilted her head to the side, a silent invitation to take everything that he wanted. The gesture bordered on a challenge, and he answered with a light nip of his teeth to her bottom lip. A whimper floated between them. It seemed to linger there, going straight to his head and between his legs.

“I want all of ye,” he said against her mouth, every word punctuated by another kiss.

Putting both hands beneath her rump, he moved her onto his lap, careful to keep from jostling her or the carriage too much. He just needed her closer. The solidity of her weight on top of him, her warmth that penetrated the layers of fabric separating them, they were just a taste, and that was all it took.

Once her knees had settled on either side of his hips, the intensity of the kiss became greater. Using one strong palm to keep her body upright and steady, his right hand trailed down to her ankle. Slowly, he dragged his fingertip up her leg, taking her gown along with it.

A shuddering sigh left her lips, and it felt like pure relief. This moment was a culmination of every bottled feeling he’d had since he’d met her. His cock pressed against her inner thigh, his desire an insistent thing that refused to be ignored any longer.

“This wasnae how I imagined takin’ ye apart the first time,” he groaned as he felt the soft skin of her inner thighs for the second time. “But I cannae wait long enough to get ye to a bed.”

“I cannot either,” she said, panting against his mouth.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

The air in the carriage grew warmer as Margo’s breath mingled with Cameron’s, the energy of their bodies together acting faster than any fire ever could. Her arms found their way around his neck, holding onto him tightly.

“We cannae rock the carriage,” he warned, though it sounded as though it were meant more for himself than for her.

“It would be a shame to topple it,” she said, the response almost mindless.

Her thoughts were barely comprehensible. It was as if everything but the man alternating massaging her inner thigh and her outer thigh had ceased to exist. She held onto him as if he were the only thing that was real. Right now, he was.

Seemingly testing her reaction, he ground up against her, swallowing down a moan at how good the bit of friction felt. The sensation was thrilling, and she watched, wide-eyed and entranced as he repeated the motion. All at once, she knew that this was the secret to the more that she wanted.

“Cameron,” she whimpered, trusting him to take care of her, to guide her through this.

“I ken, Margo,” he said, soothing and full of simmering want so heady that her head spun. “I will take care of ye. I will make ye feel better than ye have felt before. The only thing ye will remember is me name.”

The noise leaving her mouth was almost animalistic. She did not know where it came from, but she knew for certain that Cameron would be the only person to make her feel this way. When his hands expertly unlatched his kilt, the sound so slight she almost missed it, it was as if she had been struck by lightning.

His length sprang free, pushing against the softness of her thigh. It was hard, swollen. The tip dragged along her skin, leaving a trail of wetness that she somehow intuitively knew was proof of how badly he desired her. It matched the heat between her own legs, the same slickness gathering where he had first touched her.

“Careful,” Cameron said, pulling her against his chest to keep her steady as the carriage rumbled over a rocky patch.

It was an impressive show of restraint, so much so that it almost tested her own patience. The only thing that stopped her from becoming demanding was the underlying thread of trepidation. She had heard whispers of how this was supposed to go, and none of them had ever mentioned being mobile.

As soon as the ground smoothed out once more, he nudged her back. His voice was tight, his entire body held at bay by a thin thread. Margo could practically see the tension threatening to break free. Seeing how affected he was, how sure of her he was, nearly pushed all her hesitancy aside.

“If ye tell me to stop now, I will,” Cameron breathed, the final check in that he needed before he would allow this to go any further.

He was not his father, and he needed this to prove it to himself. Margo was more than happy to give it.

“Do not stop,” she said, her mind putting itself together just long enough to affirm that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

Given the clear, unmistakable directive, Cameron lined his arousal up her slick entrance. She froze for half a second, the act becoming shockingly real in her mind. Then, the reality crystallized. This final crescendo called to her, and he was standing there holding it with open arms.

When he gently urged her down, she let herself be guided. The stretch bordered on painful before morphing into a tendril of pleasure. As she sank lower, surprising herself by taking all of him, her breath left her lungs.

The connection was so profound that she wondered if she had really been living her life before this moment.

“I’ve never felt anythin’ better than ye,” Cameron praised, stroking her hip bone beneath her dress. The gentle sway of the carriage shifted him inside her, dislodging a groan from deep within his chest. “Every single part of ye is perfect, Margo. And ye are all mine.”

“I’m happily yours,” she said, trembling as he lifted her slowly, maneuvering her as if she weighed nothing.