Highland Outlaw (Campbell Trilogy #2)(100)

When his hands had finished exploring every inch of creamy smooth skin, he used his mouth, pressing soft kisses on the curves of her calves, her tiny knees, the tender insides of her thigh, pushing the fabric higher and higher as his mouth climbed toward her petal-soft sex. The scent of her filled him, seeping deep into his bones, arousing dark, primitive yearnings.

His staff pulsed against his belly. But it would have to wait.

Her legs started to shake and her breathing hitched as he slowly approached his destination.

He wanted to bury his head between her legs and taste her hard and deep, but he forced himself to go slowly—to drag out every moment of her pleasure.

Her legs pressed together reflexively, her body tightening with resistance, but he forced them apart.

“No,” she protested. “Surely you can't mean to—”

She gasped. Her words turned into a moan as his tongue flicked over her slick womanly core.

He closed his eyes and groaned, savoring her taste and the feminine scent of desire, before pressing his mouth fully over her.

Her legs wobbled and she had to grab his shoulders as he slid his tongue deep inside her, probing intimately. She was so warm and soft. So deliciously wet. And tasted as sweet as honey.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he increased the pressure, increased the pleasure. Stroking. Flicking. Sucking. Bringing her to the brink and then easing her down.

Her moans turned frantic. “Please,” she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair.

Her passion undid him. He grabbed the soft curves of her bu**ocks and lifted her fully against his mouth, thrusting deep inside her with his tongue, the stubble of his beard scraping her gently as he gave her the relief she desired. And when he felt her body clench, he sucked, right as the spasms of release crashed over her.

He jerked, having to hold back his own release as the soft cries of her pleasure echoed in his ears.

Only when the shudders had ebbed from her body did he finally lift the sark over her head and lower her to the pallet. Naked. Sated. Her gaze soft and her cheeks flushed with pleasure. Never had she looked more beautiful.

My wife.

His chest burned with emotion and wonderment. Moved beyond words at the poignancy of the moment, the most perfect of his life.

Unable to wait a minute longer, he quickly divested himself of his breeches and moved between her legs.

She grabbed his shoulders, holding him with her loving blue-eyed gaze as he entered her.

He loved to watch her face, watch the erotic way her eyes widened and her lips parted with soft gasps as he pressed inside her, inch by inch.

Her body clutched him like a warm glove. He shook with the effort of restraint. She was so small, so incredibly tight. It felt too good.

He thrust, groaning at the sensation of being deep inside her, filling her. Loving her. The pressure in his groin was intense, but he wanted to prolong every moment of this—to show her with his body all the love and tenderness in his heart.

Cradling her face with one hand, he kissed her gently, twining his tongue with hers in a slow, delicious dance. Only then did he move inside her with long, deep strokes, drawing out every inch of pleasure.

He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get close enough. He wanted to feel every inch of her soft skin pressed against his.

He could feel her restlessness, feel as her passion built. Her hands roamed his back, his arms, clutching harder and harder as their bodies climbed together in perfect step to the peak of pleasure.

He'd never felt like this in his life. So completely attuned to another person. Feeling her pleasure as surely as if it were his.

His chest pounded. The pressure in his loins was tight and hot. He pumped harder and faster, her hips rising in perfect synchronicity to meet him.

Warmth washed over him in a heavy flood. Pleasure intensified and tightened at the base of his spine.

Oh God, yes.

He was going to come. Her breath quickened. And so was she.

Their eyes met and the world exploded, shattering into a kaleidoscope of spine-tingling pleasure. She cried out, her body contracting tight around him like a fist. He thrust one more time, high and deep, roaring with the force of his own release. He gave himself to her completely as he was sucked into a vortex of pleasure so intense, she claimed not only his body, but his soul.

Forever.

Chapter 20

Lizzie pressed her hips back against him to take him deeper, in the throes of the most wildly erotic dream of her life.

Patrick's big, hard body was pressed against her back. God, she loved the feel of all those muscles surrounding her. His thick, strong arms, his heavy, powerful thighs, his incredible granite-hard chest. He was warm, his skin so hot that it sizzled. She sizzled.

He was kissing her neck, his warm mouth and wet tongue making her skin prickle and shiver with heated awareness. His big hands, rough with calluses, cupped her br**sts, squeezing and caressing her as if he couldn't get enough of their weight.

She'd never felt so naughty or so desirable. She felt beautiful. Sensual. Free. She didn't think, didn't allow em barrassment or self-consciousness to hamper any of her movements. She took what she wanted, and that was him. All of him. As deep and hard as he could go.

She arched her back, pressing her br**sts deeper into his palms as he thrust and churned inside her. The sultry masculine scent of him, of their lovemaking, infused her senses with a primal need.

She moaned, the tingling heat between her legs incredible. Pleasure washed over her in a hot, heavy wave, drenching her with sensation. She was so wet. So incredibly aroused. Every nerve ending flared, awaiting his touch.