Page 59 of Highland Spy

Everything in his body cried out for more. Desperate. Hungry. Wild.

He trailed kisses from the plushness of her beautiful mouth, down the length of her graceful neck, further still to her chest, where the swell of her breast met his lips with heavenly softness.

Ariana’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to her. And he knew she wanted more.

His mouth went dry with longing. He caressed her bared breasts in his hands and brushed the tightness of one of her nipples with his lips.

Ariana cried out and arched toward him. Connor flicked his tongue over the little nub before sucking and gently teasing it with his teeth.

Her fingers clutched him now, and her body writhed with a frustration he knew all too well.

He wanted her.

Now.

Here.

He straightened and edged his hand up her skirt, drawing the fabric upward. Her legs were long and shapely beneath, etched with a line of feminine muscle. She watched him with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips red from the force of their desperate kisses.

The passion that had left them frenzied slowed then to something careful and tantalizing, a taste of being lost within the moment, lost within each other.

He skimmed his fingertips up her thigh. She flicked her tongue over her full lips and her heavy breathing filled the quiet between them.

The skin of her inner thighs was impossibly soft. He let his fingers inch higher, higher and higher until her flesh grew hot near the apex and then he stopped.

Ariana’s eyes searched his, as if wondering what he might do.

And then he swept his middle finger between her delicate slit. She gave a sharp gasp and gripped the back of the chair she stood near.

She was slick beneath the bluntness of his finger, swollen with longing and so hot.

His cock lurched to attention with mindless want.

A thunk came from outside the door, like the sound of a book slamming the flat of its cover against a hard surface.

Ariana and Connor both leaped apart and looked toward the closed door.

Someone was out there.

Chapter 15

There were worse things than being caught half-dressed while in the throes of frantic passion.

Ariana just couldn’t think of a single one at the moment.

Her skirt swayed against her ankles, her body still humming with an incredible longing despite the discontented pounding in her heart.

She met Connor’s gaze with a shared look of concern.

Already he was grabbing his dirk from his belt. She knew it was there. She’d felt it when she’d been running her hands over him so shamelessly.

Her cheeks burned with the memory.

Connor made his way toward the closed door with soundless footsteps and Ariana quickly laced her bodice.

It was a feat not easily done when her fingers trembled so, and the billowing sark kept getting tangled in the cords.

What if they’d been caught?