Page 54 of Highlander’s Burning Touch

Coyly, Deva leaned upwards from her reclining position and made to put her hands on his chest. But just before she got there, Niven swayed out of reach.

“Nae,” he said, putting his finger on her lips. A mad smile unfurled on his lips. “Nae, that’s too easy, ye’ve got to ask…”

Niven’s eyes twinkled, as he looked down at her surprised face. She was half-sitting on the window seat, but Niven pushed her back down.

“Ask ye what?” she asked, her wild eyes gazing. He loved the look of her there, confused, beautiful and staring. Her long red locks fell in waves, illuminated by the shafts of light from outside.

“Ask me nicely, what ye want me to do to ye,” he said, his eyes taking on a life of their own. Deva looked at him oddly.

He pressed his hand inside hers and held it tight.

“What?” she asked. Then she paused. “What I want ye to do to me? I would say it’s the other way around, isnae it?”

She smiled, a soft pink smile that sloped around her cheeks. She looked so delicious Niven wanted nothing more than to kiss her face bare.

But now she looked up, a curious expression coming into her coy face. Niven felt himself get harder.

“Nae, lassie, it doesnae work like that, I need to make sure that ye definitely want this,” he said slyly.

“Well, I do,” said Deva, primly. Niven tried his best to hide a laugh. She sounded so formal, it cracked him up inside. But the look she was sending his way did more than that. It haunted him with its longing.

“Go on,” he said, intrigued. She was still laying below him, but levered herself up slightly, until she partly on the seat. Then, she sat, with her legs crossed enticingly before him.

This was the first chance he had of seeing her legs, and he was not disappointed. Slowly, he pushed back at her arasaid, draped teasingly over the top of her thighs. Then he ran his hand over her soft, smooth contours, approvingly.

“Braw,” he muttered, unable to rip his eyes – or hands – away from her. The sheen of her skin was like satin and he wanted to know what it was like inside it. But still, Niven hesitated, wearing a strange grin. Delaying the pleasure would make it greater still.

Deva gazed up at him, her eyes brimming with desire. “I want ye to lay down an’ make love to me,” she said, after a short pause. Then, without waiting for a reply, she laid down on top of him and kissed him with an intensity that he could only have dreamed of.

Her lips filled his, soft and round, with the scent of summer hanging on them. Seductively, she pressed against him, her silken skin brushing against his own. It set off little ripples of friction in him, which ricocheted up and down inside him.

Every part of him ached to touch her.

“Make love to me,” she said, again, bringing her head a little lower. There was a slowness in the way she said this that penetrated him.

Her lips poised in front of his, soft and moist, just begging to be kissed. Now he sat up, until they were both together in a clinch, their arms wrapped around the other.

“Thought ye’d nae ask,” said Niven, pushing to the back of his mind any stray doubts still lingering there. Then, he kissed her, deeply, leaning her back towards the flat window seat.

With a quick glance to make sure no-one was near, Niven brought the shutters down and then turned back to her, lying there, her deep blue eyes just gazing.

Then, smiling, he kissed her, from the forehead to the belly button - only this time with small, deep motions. Unable to resist, he brought his teasing tongue out, lashing her capriciously with its tip.

“Mm,” she moaned, but Niven was already in ecstasy and just the sound of her enjoying herself was enough to bring him to raptures.

Niven had to work hard on not coming there and then, the sensation of her skin against his own, the velvet, sensual nature of her kiss. It all combined within him and threatened to overcome him.

It was all so exquisite, it felt like his senses were about to experience an overload. Just as well then that she slowed it down a little. Softly, Deva leaned her fragrant head over his, draping her long, red locks across his face.

Feeling the soft texture against his neck of her skin, Niven wondered how long he could hold out against her touch. But then as she spread a healing hand out against his shoulders, Niven relaxed into a state of almost total calm.

The bliss he felt was exquisite, as Deva gently caressed the tip of his neck to the base of his spine, stopping at each vertebra and giving it a hearty kiss.

Then, a resounding slap and a sudden tingle filled his body. Looking up, he was surprised to see Deva, wearing an expression of sudden absorption.

“Get them off,” she commanded. She looked at him measuredly. Her hands yanked at the plaid he still had on.

To Niven’s consternation, he was still fully clothed. He almost hadn’t noticed; his eyes being consumed with her flesh.