Page 144 of Highland Spy

He felt near to exploding and she had yet to even touch him.

Not yet.

Not yet.

The words became a chant in his head, repeated over and over as a reminder.

He released her nipple and kissed lower down her stomach, past her navel to the slight thatch of hair between her narrow thighs.

Her legs parted instinctively, and before she could offer a modest protest, he closed his mouth over the sweet mound, parting her with his tongue.

She gave a shocked gasp and her body flinched. But she did not pull away.

Connor curled his tongue inside her where she was wet with wanting. The heady scent of her arousal filled him with a lust so powerful, it threatened all reason from his mind.

She was sweet under his tongue, an intoxicating fruit he could not cease savoring. He eased his tongue forward until he found the swollen bud of her pleasure.

Her cries turned husky.

He wanted to hear those cries become screams. The slow, delicate strokes of his tongue flicked faster against the core of her desire.

Ariana’s hands on his shoulders turned into iron clamps, her fingers digging into the skin there. Her thighs tightened and a whimper came out of her.

Suddenly she gasped and gave a surprised cry. She clutched him with her hands, pulling him more tightly against her. Lust pounded in his temples and throbbed at his cock, leaving him blind to all else but the woman he pleased.

And how badly he wanted her.

He rose in front of her and pulled the heavy belt from his plaid. It landed on the ground with a metallic clunk. The plaid easily fell away, leaving him as naked as she.

He braced a hand on either side of her head.

Her eyes sparkled bright with the glow of her release and her cheeks and lips were red. His body pressed to the soft heat of hers and her hips immediately arched toward him in mutual longing.

“Yes,” she whispered.

It was all he needed.

He grasped her thighs with his hands and lifted her against the wall with her legs spread before sheathing himself inside of her wet heat.

A cry of pleasure rasped in his throat. She was even tighter than he remembered, hot and slick—so, so slick.

Her strong legs wrapped around him and her arms curled about his neck.

He drew out and flexed forward, deeper inside her. She gave a long, low moan. In the back of his mind, he registered how the rough wall behind her bit into his palms.

He cupped her buttocks and lifted her away from the scraping wall. The slight shift caused her to glide and tighten against his cock. He turned with her in his arms, still inside her, and took the three steps to the bed before lowering them both onto it.

Ariana rolled her hips against his and a wave of pleasure tingled through him.

He braced himself on either side of her, the heels of his hands sinking into the bedding, and thrust into her. She threw her head back with a moan and moved her hips in time with his own desperate pumps.

He arched his back, leaning above her as he took her, watching the pleasure play on her face and how her firm breasts gave a little bounce with each thrust.

The pleasure coiled inside him, tight and hot and so damn close.

He lay atop her and buried his face in the perfume of her hair right as the world around him exploded in his release.

Everything swam white for a second with each pulsing throb of pure ecstasy. Her own cries sounded in his ears and the telltale squeeze of her around his cock told him she’d reached her own climax again.