The Highlander Is All That (Untamed Highlanders #4)(36)

When he added his fingers to the symphony he was playing on her, plucking at her aching nipples while rubbing her in places she’d never knew could be so tender, she nearly lost consciousness.

She was very glad she did not because soon she reached a glorious crest. Her body shook. Her heart palpitated. Her breath locked as rapture took her.

At least, she thought it was rapture.

Until he continued.

He eased a finger inside her and after a small pinch of pain, he took up a dizzying rhythm. She climbed even higher. The tension rose again. Lifting her, closing in on her, consuming her.

Wherever he touched her, heaven rained down . . . and he seemed to touch her everywhere.

After an eternity of bliss, he slowed, then stopped, then peeped up at her from his spot on the floor.

She frowned. “Is that it?”

Outrage and humor warred on his expression. “No’ quite.”

“Oh, thank God. I don’t want this to be over.”

“I assure you,” he said, coming to his feet. “There is more.”

And God, was there.

His blanket had fallen away and he stood before her utterly naked.

The sight stole her wits.

He was glorious. Beautiful. Perfect.

And rampant.

She’d never quite appreciated that word before now.

His cock stood high, hard and insistent against his belly.

She couldn’t help herself. She reached forward and took him in her fist. “Ah,” they both said in tandem.

“It’s so hard.”

He laughed, though it was a pained offering. “Aye.”

“And so soft. Like velvet.”

“Elizabeth, darling, you’re killing me.”

She looked up at him in surprise. “Am I doing this wrong?”

“No’ at all. Please. Unhand me and lie back so we may continue.”

“Lie back? Don’t you want me to do to you what you did to me?”

His nostrils flared. “I beg your pardon?”

“Do you want me to kiss you here?” She squeezed him.

He blanched. His cock lurched. “Darling, that is no’ a good idea.”

“Is it wrong?”

“Hell no, it’s no’ bluidy wrong.” He took a moment to collect himself. “But in my condition, at the moment, it’s no’ a good idea.”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you later.” He settled down beside her and began stroking her belly beneath her skirts. “Darling, these are in the way,” he complained.

She nodded and sat up, turning her back to him. When he didn’t move, she glanced over her shoulder and said, “You have to unbutton me.”

He did so with alacrity, but in the amount of time it took for him to undo the long row, her shyness billowed up and she clutched at her bodice.

“Darling,” he said, giving her dress a gentle tug.

“I’ve never been naked with a man before.”

“I promise, I willna laugh.”

She whirled around and smacked him gently, but it was enough for her bodice to slip and before she could move, he’d captured her breast in the warm cavern of his mouth.

A shudder took her as delight spiraled. “Oh God.”

And, that easily, her inhibition faded.

She could not have cared less if she was lying on the grass in Hyde Park surrounded by the matrons of the ton. Nothing mattered but the feel of his mouth on her, his touch, his breath.

Before she realized what had happened, he’d stripped her utterly bare. He stroked her between her legs, and that surprising sensation rose again. It did not take long for her to reach those delicious heights, as though it was easier now that she knew the way.

And then, when she was panting and pleading, begging for release, he came over her, separated her thighs, and set himself at her entrance.

It annoyed her that he paused then and waited until he caught her attention. “Are you ready, my darling?” he whispered.

In response, she wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him in. “I want all of you,” she said. “Only you.”

“Ah, Elizabeth,” he sighed. And then he entered her.

*

There were no words. No thoughts or hopes or prayers that compared.

Joining with Elizabeth, his beloved Elizabeth, was the most magnificent moment of his life.

That she sighed as he drove home, that she cried his name and scored his back with her nails, only made it that much more sublime.

He wanted to be gentle. He wanted to take this slow, but his body had other ideas.

Fortunately, so did his woman.

As he eased out, clenching his teeth and praying for strength, she closed on him.

His vision blurred as pleasure pounded through his veins.

“Again,” she commanded on a breath.

Ah, yes. Again, indeed.

He repeated the move, again and again, slowly, cautiously, until she growled at him. “More. Harder.”

She shifted to give him more room to work and he bit back a grin. Like a duck to water, his Elizabeth. She was a natural.

She moved with him as his pace increased. She caressed him with just the right amount of pressure, encouraged him exactly when he needed it.

She was perfect.

Perfect.

But before long, such logical thought was replaced with something wild. Something instinctual and feral.