Page 72 of Enchantment of a Highlander

Alec pressed Celia closer into him so the length of her soft curves stretched against his body. Her tongue swept over his, just as eager, just as hungry.

Lust fired through him and left his cock straining.

He slid a hand up her back, along the crude fabric of her white night rail to the swell of her breast. Her moan vibrated against his tongue.

She was firm beneath his touch, her nipple hard with evidence of her desire.

For him.

Finally.

He tugged the ribbon of her night rail and freed her breast from the ungainly fabric. She was silk beneath his hands, a beautiful, inviting contrast to the coarse, shapeless dress.

Her sharp gasp sounded in the night air and lured him toward what they both wanted, needed. He locked his hand around her slender waist and swept her legs from beneath her.

Wind pushed against his back, propelling him toward the cottage where the door stood open. The golden light of a fire glowed within and the smoky scent of peat tangled with the sweet rosemary of Celia’s hair.

Her mouth trailed across his neck as he carried her, as if she could not stop tasting him in the same way he hadn’t wanted to stop tasting her.

But, damn it, he wanted her in that cottage right now more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

He crossed the threshold and kicked the door closed. There was a brief pause, a moment of realization of unspoken anticipation passing between them.

The sleeve of her night rail slipped from her shoulder, baring the milky glow of her skin and the gentle curve along the side of her breast.

In one flush movement, he lowered her feet to the floor and pressed her body to the door with his own. A moan sweetened her gasp of surprise, a delectable cry he caught with his lips, his tongue.

She rose up on her toes to meet his kiss, her readiness only serving to further ignite his lust.

He brushed his hands over her shoulders and swept aside useless fabric as he did so. The night rail slipped from her body with an alluring whisper, leaving her bared for his exploration.

He stared down at her, noting every swell of flesh, from the tautness of her nipples where they rose and fell with her excited breath to the flare of her hips cradling the tight heat he sought.

Perfect.

Just as he’d remembered.

And she was his.

He pressed his body to her, eager for the heat of her against him. His cock pulsed an encouraging throb through his core and his fingertips trailed down her body to her breasts.

Her skin rose in goosebumps beneath his touch and her breath came faster.

She gripped his shirt in her fist and drew the hem upward. Alec tugged the fabric over his head, impatient to have the press of her soft, warm flesh against him.

Her body arched toward him and ground against the source of his arousal. The pressure was an agonizing, euphoric reminder of how badly he wanted her.

His tongue dipped into her mouth once more and his hand moved down between their bodies, past the triangle of curling blonde hair to the cleft of her legs.

“Alec,” she whimpered without pulling from his lips. Her legs trembled beneath his fingertips, but he didn’t stop.

He slipped between her slick folds until his finger dipped into her tight, wet heat.

Her eyes fluttered closed and a soft whimper sounded from her mouth. He curled his finger inside her, touching her where he knew she needed.

Her nails dug into his back and she writhed against his hand.

The delicate scent of her arousal greeted him and his blood roiled with molten desire. One simple push of his plaid from his cock and he would have her.