The Hunter (Highland Guard #7)(92)

And it bloody well might.

Lifting his head, he broke the kiss to watch her face as he pleasured her.

He felt something squeeze hard in his chest. She was so beautiful. Locked in the throes of passion, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, her golden hair splayed out behind her head in wild disarray, her eyes half-lidded and her kiss-swollen lips gently parted, she looked like some kind of sensual goddess. Knowing that he was doing this to her humbled him. It was his kiss that had swollen her lips, his week’s worth of stubble that had reddened the sensitive skin around her chin, and his touch that was making her wild.

But not quite wild enough.

Janet felt as if she were caught up in a whirlwind. A hot, frantic, devastating whirlwind. She’d gone from utter despair to ecstasy in a matter of minutes.

Whatever had been holding him back was gone. When he’d kissed her, she knew he’d made his decision: he’d chosen her. Her chest swelled with happiness. She hadn’t been wrong to give him her heart.

Swept up in the heat of his embrace, she gave herself over to the passion. She gave herself over to him. Surrender had never felt so good. The feeling of his fingers inside her—stroking her, bringing her to the very peak of pleasure …

Oh God, she couldn’t stand it! She moaned, writhed, felt the overwhelming urge to press her hips against his hand. An echo of the memory of what he’d done to her taunted, as the sensation flickered just out of her reach.

“Not yet, mo chroí,” he whispered in her ear with a wicked chuckle. “I want to taste you first.”

Janet didn’t want to try to tell him what to do, but she rather preferred this right now to kissing.

She gave a little mewl of protest when he slowed his stroke, and tried not to get irritated when he chuckled. “I promise you’ll like this, lass.”

She felt her first flicker of premonition when he scooted down, not up. My God, his face was right between her …

A sudden flood of embarrassment cooled some of the heat. Instinct brought her legs together hard. “No! Don’t! You can’t.”

He looked up at her, a wicked gleam in his steel-blue eyes. One thick chunk of dark hair slung over his brow, giving him a distinctly roguish edge. He buried his mouth right at the apex of her closed legs, the warmth of his breath making her gasp. He smiled. “I assure you, I can.” He nuzzled her again, gently nudging her legs apart. “You’re going to like this, love. Just let me have one little taste.”

Oh God! She shuddered—and not with mortification—when he nuzzled her again, this time giving her a flick of his tongue that sent ripple after ripple of sensation right to her toes. Her legs relaxed even more, opening a little wider as embarrassment quickly gave way to the wicked cravings of her body.

When he kissed her there, pressing his warm, firm lips to the most intimate part of her, she cried out in shock and pleasure so acute it set every nerve-ending on edge. Or rather, turned every nerve-ending inside out. She was a ball of raw, inside-out nerve-endings. Hot, sensitive, and poised for his touch.

He teased her with gentle flicks of his tongue and soft kisses until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She started to lift her hips against him, wanting more pressure.

“Do you like it, love?”

Like it? Good heavens, she’d never imagined liking anything quite so much. She hoped he wasn’t expecting her to speak; all she could manage was a breathy gasp.

She forgot to be embarrassed and didn’t offer a single protest when he settled himself firmly between her legs, looped her legs over his shoulder, and cupped her bottom to lift her more fully to his wicked, wonderful mouth.

The first loving stroke of his tongue sent every one of those inside-out nerve-endings to tingling. But it was the pressure of his mouth and the grate of his stubbled jaw against the tender skin between her thighs that made her lose all shame.

She started to shake. Started to arch her back and lift her hips harder and harder against his lips and tongue. She told him not to stop. She begged him to make it stop. Faster. Deeper. Harder.

Oh God, yes … yes! A rush of heat surged from between her legs to the warm suction of his mouth. He held her there, drinking her in, as she catapulted into a different realm, as her body came apart in wave after wave of hot, undulating pleasure.

Through the mindless haze, she heard him swear. “I can’t wait any longer … have to be inside you … sorry.”

His voice sounded almost strangled.

Why was he apologizing?

It didn’t take her long to find out.

Twenty-one

Ewen had reached the end of his restraint. Whatever control he thought he had vanished in the wake of her release. He’d wanted to drive her crazy and make her ready for him; he just hadn’t anticipated what it would do to him.

It was the most erotic experience of his life. He’d never tasted a woman so fully before. Never had his mouth on her as she broke apart. Never felt so connected as the spasms of pleasure reverberated through her body. She gave herself so freely and completely.

He couldn’t wait another minute.

Mumbling some kind of apology, he levered his body over hers. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed hard in anticipation as he fought to hold himself steady. To go slow.

Her eyes lifted to his. He felt a click. It was as if something shifted in his chest and locked into place.

Her eyes flickered down and widened. He followed the line of her gaze and saw what she did: a very intimidating-sized erection. He wanted to give her some kind of reassurance, to tell her it was going to be okay, but truth be told, even if he could manage to grunt a few words right now, he wasn’t sure how much this was going to hurt. Even soft and wet from her release, she was still small and tight, and he was big and hard. Very big and very hard.