Page 41 of My Notorious Highlander

His kisses were seduction itself. Not too forceful, but still highly confident, his tongue flicking against hers, teasing her. He knew what he was doing, and he was so good at it.

Before she knew it, her belt was unclasped and her arisaid loose beneath her like a blanket upon the sand. His thumb grazed lightly over her nipple through the wet smock. She stifled a moan at the flash of white-hot pleasure that blasted through her. With every kiss, she wanted another, deeper kiss. She wanted him to devour her, consume her, and burn her up with his passion.

His erection felt large against her lower belly. Before she realized what she was doing, she brushed her hand down the hard, rippled muscles of his abdomen, and clasped his hot, rigid flesh. She gasped… and he growled. With a dark, feral look in his eyes, he broke the kiss and pulled back an inch. He clenched his teeth and waited, daring her, challenging her with his midnight gaze.

But she didn't remove her hand. She stroked down his stone-hard shaft, savoring the sleek feel of his skin.

In a flash, he was fully over her, yanking her smock upwards. Abruptly, he halted, breathing hard, his forehead against her. "Damnation, Jessie," he growled. "Is this what you want?"

Her heart pounded against her throat so hard she couldn't speak.

"Tell me what you want." He lifted his head and scrutinized her face.

"Aye," she whispered, almost ashamed of her weakness. She was never weak. She always spoke her mind and did it with firm conviction.

"Aye, what?" he demanded.

"I want…" She searched his eyes. Could she trust him? Though she was unsure of most everything else, she knew without doubt that she wanted him in a most carnal and physical way.

He muttered a curse. "You're driving me mad," he warned. "Tell me before I die of wanting you."

"You. I want you, too," she said, her voice and hands shaking. Her body's need for him overrode all else. 'Twas all she could think of.

He closed his eyes and released a short breath. When his eyes met hers again, something about his expression had softened, but also intensified. "Are you certain?"

She had never seen such passion in anyone's eyes before. So much, she was lost for a moment. "Aye."

"You want me to take you, right here, on the sand?"

She suddenly remembered they were outside in broad daylight. Glancing around, she noticed they lay between two giant boulders, which shielded them from most of the cliffs and high banks surrounding the bay.

"Aye." And she wished he'd be quick about it. With every moment that passed, something inside her ached ever more strongly. With each beat of her heart, need drummed more fiercely inside her.

He sucked in a deep breath and slowly pushed her smock up her thighs, then sat back on his heels. Glancing down, she couldn't believe how his impressive shaft stood proud and upright. Aye, she wanted him. And she knew with certainty she'd never wanted MacBain in such a powerful way.

Torrin hissed a curse; he was observing her most private parts just as she was his. Her first instinct was to close her legs, but she couldn't. He was sitting between them. But more importantly, she wasn't afraid of him, nor ashamed.

He moved over her again, his elbow on the ground by her head. He gave her a fiercely erotic kiss while the tip of his shaft brushed against her most intimate spot.

"Aye," she whispered, widening her legs. He moaned, nudging against her, into her. She drew in a breath and held it.

"Breathe, Jessie," he whispered.

"I am." Her voice was uneven.

"Look into my eyes."

She did, unable to believe the depth of emotion she saw there.

With a gentle but persistent thrust of his hips, he pushed deeper. A stitch of pain caught her and she gasped.

He halted. "Did I hurt you?"

"Nay, 'tis only… it has been a long while since…"

He nodded, his look darkening. "Just relax and trust me. I'll make you forget about him."

Torrin was right; a moment later, he was the focus of her existence. His scorching kisses mimicked the erotic moves of his body. He surged into her and away at an ever intensifying pace. Naught but pleasure and need ricocheted throughout her entire body. She no longer remembered who she was, only that she never wanted him to stop what he was doing.