Page 82 of Sins of the Highlander

“Is it now?”

“Aye, let me show ye.” He pulled off his shirt and flipped the blankets back long enough to give it a toss to the floor. There was enough light for Elspeth to catch sight of his handsome face, lit with lust and the promise of fevered lovemaking. Then he covered them again, throwing them into almost total darkness.

“I canna see for ye to show me anything,” she said.

“Can ye no’? I’m fair cat-eyed in the dark myself,” he said. “For instance, I can see to untie your chemise right enough.”

She felt his fingers working the drawstring knot above her breasts. After it gave, he spread the neck of her bodice wide.

“And I can see your beautiful breasts.” He kissed his way down to an aching nipple.

She couldn’t suppress the urge to arch herself into his mouth.

“And if sight fails me,” he said as he kissed along the valley between her breasts to claim the other one, “my mouth and hands seem to be able to find their way around ye just fine without my eyes to guide them.”

He demonstrated his ability by rucking the chemise up and pulling it over her head before she hardly knew that was his aim. Then he settled again, and his warmth and hard maleness chased away her chills. His lips found hers for a long, deep kiss.

“Oh, Rob,” she said when she finally came up for air, “ye make it so hard to think.”

“Good, I dinna want ye to think.” He smoothed her hair back, kissing her temples, her cheeks, her closed eyes.

“But—”

He covered her lips with a finger. “I only want ye to feel.”

He trailed his hand down from her mouth, skimming his fingertips over her chin, her throat. He teased her breasts; then he slid off her so he could continue his journey past her ribs to circle her navel in slow strokes.

“And when we’re done feeling?” she asked with a hitch in her voice. It was hard to think past the next time his fingers left her belly to tease the curling hairs at the juncture of her thighs. “Then what?”

“Dinna fret, lass. I have a plan for us.”

He stayed to dally in her damp curls, dividing, lifting, stroking each dewy crevice. Her breath shuddered.

“Trust me,” he said softly. “’Twill be all right, ye’ll see.”

“What…?” She tilted herself into his hand’s exploration. Sparks of pleasure licked her. “What d’ye wish me to do?”

“Beg,” he whispered. “I wish ye to beg, love.”

Chapter 28

“Dinna move, love.”

Rob hadn’t used the bed-curtain cords to tie her, but Elspeth obeyed his order to keep still all the same. Every time she moved, he stopped. She couldn’t bear that.

Every fiber of her body, every finger-width of her skin strained toward him, longing for them to join. He’d teased her with his cock’s nearness twice, slipping just the tip of him inside her aching emptiness, but he pulled back to torment her more each time. When she moved to stroke him, to entice him back, he gently pushed her hand away, pinioning her spread-eagled.

“This time is for ye, Elspeth.” He kissed down her ribs, past her belly, and settled between her splayed legs. “I dinna wish ye to think on anything but your own pleasure.”

“What of your pleasure?” she’d asked between gasps as his tongue flogged her intimate places.

He paused, midlick. “Any man who says this didna give him pleasure is a dead man. I love the soft, secret parts of ye, Elspeth, all musky sweet with your dew. And I love that this special bit of ye is only for me.”

She was ready to surrender every bit of herself, not just the throbbing mass between her legs. She trembled. She lost control of her limbs. She balled the sheets in her tightly clenched fists. She drew near, teetering on sharp-edged longing. Then as the first contraction pulsed in her nether lips, Rob pulled back.

“Ach, Rob, please!”

He rose and covered her, mouth to mouth, body to body. His full length filled her in one long thrust, and she was once again near the edge of bliss.