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“Ye render me as hard as a bull with that tip of tongue,” he said.
She touched the tip with the back of her smooth left hand. “Who knew such a small bit of me could be so powerful.”
“I can teach ye how powerful a tongue can be,” he said, and her lips parted as if she needed more air. “That is,” he said, “if ye wish it. There is no penalty for asking me to return ye to your room right now. I would see ye safely there, modest and maidenly.”
Lucy raised her hands, resting her forearms against his chest. She cupped his cheeks in her hands, one gloved and one bare. “Modest and maidenly sounds dull indeed. I prefer ravished and wanton tonight, Highlander.”
“Lucy—”
“I cannot stop thinking about your touch, Greer.” She shook her head slightly. “I do not intend to wed and doubt I will trust many to see me… undressed. I would have this one night.” She slid her finger across his jaw and down his neck to his chest. “Just one wonderous night to keep me company once you leave.”
She smiled then, a mischievous light coming to her eyes. “So, unless you worry aboutmeravagingyou,” she said, “stop warning me away.”
He took her finger, unfurling the rest of the digits of her hand. He kissed the tender center. “Ye have every permission to ravage me.”
Her smile broadened, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I was hoping you’d say that.” She slid her bare hand down his tunic to his wrapped plaid. Her hand cupped along his raging hard jack beneath the wool.
She squeezed and stroked, pulling out a low groan from Greer. It turned more intense, almost like a growl as his arms wrapped her up against him. TheVof her legs slid right along his jack.
“Your pins, lass,” he said, his fingers exploring the front where her stomacher rested over her stays, stays he remembered she’d slid down to prop up her breasts. He’d felt their softness in the heavy darkness of the wine room. Now he wanted to see them.
They both pulled pins from the silk. Her hair was golden in the glow of the flames. She stepped back and unpinned it, letting it fall around her shoulders to her waist, her fingers raking through the curls.
Lucy pulled the ties at her shoulders, letting the sleeves down and off. Och, but she was a delicious mix of innocence and enticement. He yanked the tie at his throat and pulled his tunic up and over his head, tossing it away.
Lucy watched, her fingers pausing at her petticoat ties. “Holy Mary, you are beautifully made.” She shook her head the smallest amount as if to wake her from a dream. “Ruggedly, masterfully made. Like a warrior chiseled from marble.”
His hand slid under his kilt to his erection. “I am as hard as marble.” He stroked himself, and her eyes dropped to his exposed jack.
She murmured something, her mouth slack, her soft lips in anOthat gave him wicked thoughts of what he could teach her.
Lucy yanked on her petticoat ties and the heavy skirts fell in a whoosh to the floor. She stood in her smock and stays, the white lace teasing the flesh at the low neckline. Her gaze remained on him as he slowly moved his hand, and her fingers went behind her back to the ties of her stays. He would help, but she seemed to like watching him. And having her eyes on him was superbly carnal.
The stays loosened but still hugged around her middle, and she lowered them so her breasts were freed. He inhaled swiftly through his nose as she lifted them up to sit upon the edge.Perfect. Round, the nipples hard and jutting.
He walked closer. There was a scar on one of her sides, but all he saw was the perfection of her soft skin. He took up her gloved hand, and slowly pulled each finger out of its encasement. “No hiding tonight,” he said, but watched her.
She kept his gaze, her face serious, and nodded slightly. “No hiding.”
His chest filled as if he’d won the greatest honor from the battlefield. He kissed her, his hands sliding her untied smock from her shoulders, the fabric trapping her arms before her. She couldn’t reach his shoulders, but he felt her cool fingers wrap around his jack. He groaned as he kissed her, and she slanted her mouth against his, opening it.
His fingers rucked up the back of her smock and sought between her legs from behind. She arched her back, giving him access to her heat and moaned as he found it. Liquid heat. Their mouths giving and taking from one another, his fingers stroking her until she panted.
“Oh God, Greer,” she said.
His other hand plucked the laces of her stays, loosening them even more until her smock had room to lower, and she slipped her arms free. He cupped her breast with one hand and stroked her below with the other. Their kisses abandoned all restraint, both of them tasting and breathing against one another, completely surrendering to the sensations washing like wildfire through them.
She tugged his belt, and the buckle released, his heavy wrap thudding to the rug beneath their feet. He was completely naked, and the feel of her smock against him was driving him mad.
He lowered his face to her breasts, breathing in the strawberry essence that made him want to show her the wild strawberry fields near his home, where they could roll together in the soft grasses, where he could love her under the blue sky.
Her nipple was taut as he sucked on it, pulling a thready moan from her as if she couldn’t catch her breath. His fingers moved to the front of Lucy, rubbing against her sensitive spot. With each gasp and moan she made, he became bolder, pushing her ever closer to her release. Her body was open and ready, but he wanted her to come apart in his arms before he lost his mind inside her.
He felt her weaken where she stood as her breath moved faster, and he lowered her down to the soft rug. He moved over her, rucking up her smock, her long legs still wrapped in soft white stockings. “Bòidheach,” he murmured. For she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Hair wild like spun, golden silk across the dark fur, her long, tapered legs spread for him, her breasts mounded on top, and the look of wanton lust on her lovely features.
Lucy’s fingers had slid down to the dark heat between her legs, her knees bending upright, and she touched herself, rubbing the spot he had just left. The sight caught him in a vice grip of want. “Aye, lass,” he said, his voice husky, and he moved over top of her to kiss her lips. His fingers met her own as he played her body, the two of them helping her reach her peak. She gasped against his mouth, her body tight, and moaned with a higher pitch to her voice.
He felt her body clench around his fingers, and he withdrew them as the waves broke over her. He stared down into her face, her eyes closed to ecstasy.
