Bound by Wish and Mistletoe (Highland Legends #1.5)(28)
Susanna inhaled deeply and pulled back, looking up at him as his hands slid her gown and chemise past her hips into a pool of material at her knees. She shivered, the cool air in the room teasing across her exposed skin, her breasts tightening, pink nipples hardening.
He stared at her in awe. The fire from the hearth danced shadows and light across her porcelain skin, over curves gifted generously by God. His gaze drifted up from her perfect form into trusting eyes. “Damn, Susanna. If you kill me tonight, I shall die the happiest man on Earth.”
A small smile graced her face, and she inhaled a shaky breath. “There shall be no dyin’. Not tonight.”
She fisted her hands beside her, opened and lifted them, but hesitated then let them fall by her sides again. Something held her back from taking what she wanted. He furrowed his brow, concerned that fear still stood in her way. He hoped her timidity stemmed from inexperience. No matter the reason, he intended to banish everything holding her back tonight.
As she knelt before him, bared and unafraid, his heart warmed. He wanted to touch her again, but he desperately needed skin on skin. He had an urgent need to heat her with a slow molten flame, igniting deep to burn forever.
He pulled her slippers from her feet and eased her down onto the fur rug, supporting her shoulders with his hand as he swept the remaining fabric away from her exquisite body. She lay on her back, naked, one knee bent, looking up at him with wonder in her eyes, her chest rising and falling.
“Lass, in all my life, I’ve never seen, nor will I ever see, such a breathtakin’ sight.”
Holding her gaze, he unfastened and discarded his boots. He released the pin holding his tartan, and the material fell loose before he tossed it aside. For a brief moment, he broke eye contact, yanking the linen shirt over his head—and he never wanted to lose sight of her again.
Her smile widened. “Robert, you’re a remarkable sight to behold yourself.” Her brow furrowed slightly as her gaze fell onto the thin strip of linen bandaged around his lower ribs.
“I assure you, ’tis but a scratch.” Emboldened by her appreciation and worry, he lowered himself down beside her. Her surrender was a precious gift, one he intended to savor and cherish.
He feathered the backs of his fingertips over her skin starting at the base of her throat and tracing down to her navel. She responded to his teasing, closing her eyes and instinctively arching upward toward his slight touch.
He turned his hand over and stroked back up across her soft skin, skimming his fingers over her quivering belly, up the center of her chest, and along the side of her neck. “Look at me, Susanna.”
Her eyes fluttered open, darkened with lust. She lifted a hand and cupped his cheek. Elated, he leaned into the tender caress, turning his face and kissing her palm. To be touched and desired by a woman who wanted him for the man within, and no other reason, stuttered his heart. He dipped his head, capturing her lips, needing more of everything she generously offered. She kissed him back with renewed force, setting fire to his veins.
He broke their kiss with a nip of her lips, and a low whimper came from her throat. She shifted her legs and stretched them straight, squirming as she swayed her hips, rubbing her thighs together.
She sought relief.
Woman, you’ll go up in flames first.
A glance at her face revealed she’d closed her eyes again. Her lips had parted slightly.
He smirked and lowered his mouth to her nipple, licking the hardened tip. A loud gasp came as she opened her mouth wide. Her breast lifted, and her fingers speared into his hair as he sucked the tip past his tightened lips. She moaned low, exhaling, but he held on, keeping his newfound treasure locked tight between his teeth as he suckled.
She thrashed her head to the right, whimpering under his intimate assault. When he thought she could bear no more, he released her nipple and watched it spring back, glistening and red. He blew gently on it as his gaze met her widened eyes.
“Robert...I...” Her chest heaved as she fell silent in her bewilderment.
“Aye, lass. You do. Spectacularly.”
He leaned over her, seizing her other nipple, and drifted his hand down. He skimmed an open palm across her belly until his fingers sifted through soft, black curls. With care, he grazed his fingers over her mound, teasing over her lips, and then he slid his hand between her upper thighs, pressing them open. She obeyed his unspoken command, spreading her legs further apart.
“That’s a good lass,” he whispered against her breast.
She trembled as he slid his fingers back up through her folds, her slick moisture coating them. He pulled his head up, watching her face as he touched the flesh around her nerve center. With a firm grasp, he pinched the soft hood at the base between two fingers and gently pulled up.
A loud cry ripped from her throat and her hips arched off the rug against his hand. He smiled down at her as he released the hold on her most sensitive spot, lowering his fingers down, massaging in slow circles. She groaned, closing her eyes again as she tossed her head back into the rug.
He dropped his head to her exposed neck, sucking small, wet kisses in a line up to her ear. With increased pressure from his fingers, he had her writhing beneath his touch, small moans coming from her throat with every breath.
“Give in to the pleasure, lass. Let it take you over,” he whispered. He softly sucked her earlobe, licking it with the tip of his tongue while she shivered.
As her moans grew deeper and louder, he slid his fingers lower, pressing one into her tight entrance. He continued circling her nerve center with his thumb as he eased a second finger into her, pressing further.