Page 117 of The Laird’s Lost Wife

Hunter leaned over her, and she shivered.

“I’m half afraid that this is a dream,” he whispered. “If I woke and ye were gone, would that make it a nightmare or the sweetest dream I’ve ever had?”

She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ye’ll nae have to find out,” she breathed.

He kissed her hard, then pulled back, tugging off his clothes.

There was no careful seduction about it. In fact, she was sure she heard a seam tear as he tugged off his shirt, and a button possibly popped off and rolled away. Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched as he pulled off layer after layer, revealing a hard, rippling chest dusted with hair, muscular arms, narrow hips, and long, powerful legs.

She stared at his manhood, heavy between his thighs. She had, of course, felt it before, but that seemed very long ago.

He met her gaze, a slow smile spreading across his face. She noticed, as if for the first time, that he had a crooked canine tooth that made him look almost devilish.

No, not devilish. But vulpine. Like a fox.

“Lass?” he breathed.

She held out a hand, and he crawled over her.

At once, the heat of their bodies accelerated to a furnace. He kissed her, his caresses moving lower and lower. Over her breasts, belly, and hips, just like before, except she was lying down this time. When he put his mouth between her legs, she gave a gasping cry, her fingers tangling in his hair.

It didn’t last long, and he crawled up her body again, his slick lips trailing over her neck.

“Ye are driving me mad, Hunter Brennan,” she breathed.

“It’s what I’ve always dreamed of doing,” he chuckled.

He reached down between them, his fingers pressing at her entrance. Daphne exhaled, letting him slip inside. Pleasure sparked right down to her core—a lazy, careful pleasure, something that had plenty of time to build up into something breathtaking. The weight of him took some getting used to, a pleasant ache which broadened into something else, some good.

He shifted his hips, carefully sliding inside her to the hilt. She squeezed her eyes shut, exhaling. It took a moment to adjust to his girth inside her, and she arched her back, trying to push herself against him.

A warm palm smoothed over her forehead, tucking back her hair.

“Come now, lass,” Hunter murmured, his voice hoarse. “That’s nae what we agreed on. Look at me.”

She opened her eyes, hazy with bliss already, and he began to move in a slow, steady rhythm, as if they had all the time in the world.

Well, maybe they did.

Her lips parted, faint gasps and moans tearing from her throat. She wrapped her leg around his hip, pulling him closer and urging him on.

“More,” she breathed. “I want more.”

“Lass, I’ll give ye the moon if ye wish it,” he growled, pressing a kiss to her throat, his teeth sinking into her flesh enough to leave a faint red mark and a delicious pinprick of sensation.

“I daenae want the moon,” she gasped. “I only want ye.”

He growled again, and this time, there was no room for words. His thrusts sped up, the slap of skin on skin filling the room. Daphne met him halfway, moaning loudly.

The spark grew, turning into a flame, then a fire, then a furnace that glowed behind her eyes and threatened to swallow her whole. Climax crashed over her, and she cried out, holding him closer to her.

Hunter didn’t stop, growling again, his stubbled cheek pressed against hers. His hips jerked once, twice, before she felt a rush of something hot inside her. He leaned forward, resting his weight on his elbows around her, face pressing against the crook of her neck. She laced her fingers together over his spine. Her fingertips could just reach. It would have been nice to stay like that for a while, the two of them breathing in unison, hearts beating in time.

It could have lasted hours or only a handful of minutes. Really, time had ceased to matter.

Eventually, Hunter propped himself up on his elbows, breathing hard, and stared down at her almost dizzily.

“I love ye, Daphne,” he said simply. “I am saying it a lot, I ken, but I have spent the last few years dreaming of when I could say it again.”