Page 99 of My Notorious Highlander

"I want to undress you first," she said, not liking the idea of being naked while he was fully clothed.

"Very well." He unbuckled his belt, while she unpinned the brooch of the MacLeod Clan crest that held the top of his plaid in place over his shoulder, then unbuttoned his doublet and slipped it off. Once his plaid was removed, she carefully pulled his ivory linen shirt over his head.

Her eyes were drawn immediately to the wounds on his abdomen. Nannag had removed the stitches earlier that day and the cuts were healed shut, though still red. But not swollen, thankfully.

"I'm afraid 'twill hurt you," she said.

"Nay. But if it does, 'twill be a pleasurable pain." He lifted the smock over her head and flung it, then led her to the bed.

He stretched out on his back and held his hand up for her. She took it, lay down close beside him and brushed her lips over his.

Saints! How she had missed his sizzling kisses. He made all thoughts flit from her mind. All she could think about was how delicious he was. Turning onto his side, he pulled her tight against his heated body, though she tried to avoid putting pressure on his injury.

With his stone-hard shaft pressed against her lower belly, all she could focus on was her growing need for him. She already knew he would feel heavenly sliding into her.

He stroked a warm hand up and down her back, over her hip and along her thigh.

It suddenly struck her that Torrin was well, and she was so thankful tears sprang to her eyes. "I love you," she whispered.

He pulled back a few inches, looking deep into her eyes with an affectionate smile. He stroked his fingers over her face. "And I love you, Lady Jessie. I have since the first moment I saw you."

She bit her lip and stared down at his chest, for she knew not how to respond to that. She could not believe how lucky she was to have such devotion from a man like him.

With a finger, he lifted her chin, telling her without words to look into his eyes. She did, amazed at the emotion she saw there once again.

"You are the most remarkable man I've ever met," she said.

He shook his head. "I doubt that, but no other man could ever love you as much as I do."

"I believe that," she whispered. "And I want you to know that I love you no matter what, even if—"

He placed a finger upon her lips, halting her words. "Do not say it, Jessie MacKay."

Sliding his finger away, he pressed his lips against hers, forcing any remaining thoughts from her mind. If he kept kissing her like this, she'd go along with almost anything he said. But she knew she couldn't lose her head completely… the way she'd lost her heart.

His hand again trailed over her back, her hip, her thighs, turning her body into a bonfire of sensation. He stroked his thumb over her breast, then leaned down and drew her nipple into his mouth, sparking off thousands of fiery sensations inside her. She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.

After treating her other nipple to the same delicious torment, and sending her mind toward the stars, he said, "Climb on top of me."

"What?" Her eyes sprang open. Surely she'd misheard.

He grinned, looking more roguish than ever. "You said you would help with the work, aye?"

She nodded.

"I need for you to get on top. Just put one knee on either side of my hips."

"Oh." She did as he asked, realizing this was the most wanton position she'd ever been in. He smiled up at her, and she immediately knew she was going to love this.

"Lean up this way and put your hands on either side of my shoulders." He helped her get into position and lifted his shaft to stroke it against her. "Now, slowly sit back," he whispered.

She moved backward a tiny bit and the head of his shaft slipped inside her. She gasped.

He gave a slight thrust, then growled. She couldn't tell if it was a passionate growl or a pain-filled one. "More," he said between clenched teeth.

She pressed down upon him as he slid deeper. "Am I hurting you?" she asked.

"Nay. You feel so good," he ground out.