The Chief (Highland Guard #1)(71)

“Then take me.”

If she’d intended to drive him mad with lust, she had succeeded. God’s wounds, he would take her. From behind, from on top, from under, from the side—any way and every way he could have her. Now.

Circling her waist with his hands, he lifted her off the bed and brought her hard against his chest, jolting at the sharp sizzle of awareness as skin met skin and their bodies locked together. He buried his face in her hair, starved for the taste of her. His mouth and tongue devoured the honey-sweet skin of her neck, as his hands slid down her back to cup the round curve of her bottom.

He groaned as the familiar sensations washed over him. He would know her anywhere. He’d thought darkness would make her seem like anyone else, but it was just the opposite. The darkness had heightened his other senses, making him even more aware of her. The baby-soft touch of her skin, her flowery scent, the honey taste of her—they were branded deep in his consciousness.

He’d been using the dark as a cover, hiding from something he knew he couldn’t defeat. But it hadn’t worked. Their bodies slid together as if made for each other. Nothing had ever felt like this before. He was done fighting this, the passion between them—it was too strong.

Her hips circled insistently against him, rubbing her against his already rock-hard staff. Heat pounded through him. It felt so good. So right. He loved the way she moved against him—shimmying, rubbing, melting in a dark, seductive dance.

Her eager response was too much.

He turned her around against his chest, cupping a lush, round breast with one hand as the other skimmed over her stomach and dipped between her legs.

She trembled and made a little whimper of pleasure as his finger found the silky dampness of her arousal. So deliciously wet. His finger slid inside her, stoking her, stretching her. Her breath quickened, became uneven, then turned to a soft cry. He knew she was close.

“Tell me you want this,” he warned against her hair. Part of him wanted her to refuse, wanted to scare her away.

But she met him full force. Answering him with her body. She arched against him, her breast pushing deeper into his hand and her bottom pressing insistently against his turgid cock. God, he was going to explode.

No holding back. For either of them. Not anymore.

“Bend over,” he ordered, trying to control the lust surging through him. “Put your hands on the bed.”

She did as he asked without hesitation, lifting her sweet, round bottom to the perfect angle. He smoothed his hand over the flawless, creamy skin, savoring the moment of raw sensuality. So soft. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Not with her. The innocent young maid he’d taken one look at and wanted but thought never to have.

He slid his erection between her legs, teasing her with his length, sliding back and forth along her crease until he was wet with her. Then, gripping her hips with his hands, he positioned the sensitive head and pushed inside. His mind went black. He had to close his eyes as the intensity gripped him in a fierce hold. He sank in slowly, dragging out every incredible moment, every sensation of mind-blowing pleasure.

So warm. So tight. So damned good.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust all the way. She cried out in startled pleasure. “Do you like that, sweet Tina?” he asked, grinding against her. “Is this what you wanted?”

He thrust again, bringing her hips back against him to sink in even deeper—as deep as he could go.

“Yes,” she moaned, tipping her hips back against him. “Please. I want everything.”

Beneath the haze of lust, her words resonated with something deeper. He felt it in his chest, tight and coiled.

He let go. Unleashing his passion from its fettered restraints, giving her everything he had. Letting her see exactly how much he wanted her in all its primitive fierceness.

She braced herself against the bed as he slammed into her again and again, his hard grunts mixing with her soft cries in a cacophony of lust and pleasure.

Sensation fired through his body, gathering at the back of his spine in a hot, tingly mass. Every muscle strained toward finding his release.

His jaw clenched as he concentrated on the sensations, on the wickedness of what they were doing. His eyes feasted on the sensual display spread out before him. Her dark hair spilling over the pale skin of her slim back. The shine of her dampness on him as he slid in and out. Her bottom lifting to meet each stroke.

He watched the way her full, heavy br**sts moved with each thrust, the pale pink tips hard as two pearls. God, was there anything more erotic?

His fantasies had become real. This was the height of passion for him … wasn’t it?

Then why did he feel as if something was missing? He quickened his rhythm, trying to find it.

He heard her sharp intake of breath and then the soft cries of her release as she shuddered and clenched around him.

He stilled. An unreasonable flash of anger flared inside him. He felt as if he’d been cheated. Denied the pleasure he wanted most.

To see her face.

He pulled out of her. Ignoring the shock of cold air on his wet cock, he flipped her over and leaned her back until her bottom rested on the edge of the bed.

The sight of her flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes enraged him, taunting him with what he’d missed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, sensing the change in him.

“Nothing,” he said through clenched teeth. He was a man on a mission. Intent on making her come again. And this time he would watch her.