Page 62 of The Highlander Is All That

This kiss, a benediction.

He could not help but respond.

What man could?

This was Elizabeth, the woman he wanted more than breath itself. This was Elizabeth, sweet and innocent and absolute perfection.

Aye, he wasn’t titled or wealthy. He didn’t live in a castle or a mansion, but he did love her.

Maybe it would be enough.

It had to be.

“Are you sure?” He had to ask.

“I am,” she said, and then she kissed him again.

Without breaking the kiss, he rolled her gently off him and to the side and then he levered over her. He traced the curve of her cheek with trembling fingers. “I love you, Elizabeth St. Claire.” It seemed important to say . . . before.

“I love you too, Hamish Robb.”

Ah. What glorious words. He’d heard them many times before, but never had they touched him so. He pressed his lips to hers, then to her cheek, her neck. She sighed and arched into him. His cock, impatient and rampant, surged.

His blanket had slipped but she was fully clothed, which made progress difficult. Undaunted, he persevered.

Besides, he had no intention of moving quickly. Not this time. Not her first time.

He had far too many fantasies to fulfill.

Leisurely, he made his way down her body, caressing her through her gown. When he touched her breasts, finding those hardened little tips, he circled them until she cried out. His palm skimmed her ribs, her belly, and he found another tender spot at the crux of her thighs. She stared at him, her eyes wide and damp with tears. “Hamish,” she breathed as he touched her there. “Hamish!”

“Does this feel good, my wee darling?”

“Hamish!”

He chuckled and tugged up her skirts, then eased down onto his knees beside the bed.

She sat up in a rush and stared at him. “What are you doing?”

His grin was wicked. “You’ll see, my darling. Lie back down.”

She did not. But then, she never had been easily led.

It did not stop him from proceeding. He lifted her skirts, spread her legs, and stared at the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld.

“Ah, Elizabeth.”

“Hamish?”

“Trust me, darling. Trust me,” he said. And then, he lowered his head.

Chapter Thirteen

Oh good lord in heaven above.

Elizabeth had never felt anything so divine. She had not even known the human body could know such bliss.

And Hamish was doing this with his tongue alone!