Joanna's Highlander (Highland Protector #2)(24)



“Oh.” Joanna glanced at the windows. “I hadn’t really paid any attention.”

Grant walked over to the window seat. He tossed the small bag of condoms over on the bench. Keeping his back to Joanna, he slowly unwound his kilt, sliding it away layer by layer until he stood naked looking out the window. The soft yellow light from the bedside lamp turned his skin a mesmerizing gold. Shadows played across his rippling muscles, flexing and receding as though warming up. He dropped the kilt to the floor, turned around, and lowered himself to the seat. He sat with legs widespread and his impressive erection standing at full attention. “We need t’finish what we started in the wood. Do ye no’ agree?”

Joanna didn’t say a word, didn’t trust herself to speak. She moved forward, sliding her fingers under the hem of her shirt and wadding it in her hands to pull it off over her head.

“Stop.”

Grant’s deep voice and his primal brogue froze Joanna in place.

“Come here t’me,” he ordered, hand extended. “Ye may remove yer shoes and socks, but I wish t’disrobe ye m’self.”

A tingling shiver thrilled its way through her. She was so not used to being the aggressee instead of the aggressor. She liked sex and had never had any qualms about asking for what she wanted. This was…different…and titillating. Joanna kicked off her running shoes, pulled off her socks, and padded closer.

Grant hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her pants and, while looking up into her eyes, slowly slid them down to her knees. “Hold my shoulders and step out of them.”

Drowning in the silvery blue of Grant’s eyes, Joanna did as she was told.

Grant tossed her pants aside, then, placing his hands on her inner thighs, he gently pressed outward. “Now spread yer legs for me, lass.”

Her breath catching in her throat, Joanna slid her feet apart until Grant stopped her.

Bowing his head, he bent forward, fully licked her clit, then softly blew on her already soaking wet parts while tickling his fingertips up and down the inside of her thighs.

With every upsweep of Grant’s touch between her legs, Joanna tensed and trembled, praying he’d run those fingers a little higher and sink them into her. Head back, eyes closed, she held on to his shoulders to keep from weaving off balance. A paper bag rattled. Then cellophane. Joanna smiled, unconsciously clenching her ass and rolling to the balls of her feet in anticipation.

Grant rested one hand on the small of her back and stood. “Keep yer eyes closed,” he whispered as he slid against her. Skin to hot, flushed skin.

Again, Joanna obeyed, her hands still resting on Grant’s shoulders.

Grant’s arm tightened around her waist; his hard, muscular thigh spread her legs farther apart. “Not a word either, love. Not until I say, aye?”

Joanna nodded, her clit about to explode with every prodding nudge of Grant’s engorged cock. She’d already fully slicked the condom with her juices as Grant took his erection in one hand and with slow, teasing strokes, rubbed it up and down her inner thighs and across her wet slit. Impatience. The ache for release quickly made her forget her promise. “Please…now…”

“I said not a word, ye ken?”

As soon as she nodded, he lifted her up, hugged her to his chest, and slipped his cock inside her. A groan escaped as she clenched him with her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Not a word, lass. Hear me well, for I mean what I say.” Grant spoke in a low, rasping growl, squeezing her ass with both hands, his cock buried inside her. “If ye speak or cry out, I’ll bring ye to the brink a thousand times but ne’er let ye come.”

Joanna nuzzled the side of Grant’s throat, reveling in his salty-sweet taste. So many sensations. So many delights. She quickly nodded. Silence was a small price to pay for this long-denied first-class ride.

Holding Joanna tight, Grant lowered himself to sit on the window bench. He leaned back slightly and with a quick, startling move, stripped Joanna’s shirt away and did the same with her running bra. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass again and slightly lifted himself up from the bench with this pumping move, his cock thrust so deep, Joanna shuddered and trembled with another moan.

He trailed his hands up her sides and took hold of both her nipples, lightly twisting them between his fingers and thumbs. Sparks of deliciously enjoyable pain zipped out from Joanna’s tender buttons and radiated throughout her body. “Yer a stubborn lass and ye dinna listen well. Hush now and do as I say, m’love. I swear t’ye—I’ll make yer silence worth it.” He tweaked her nipples once more, then reverently cupped her breasts and squeezed. “Ye may answer me with words so that I know ye understand.”

“I understand,” Joanna panted, then shuddered with a greedy wiggle on his lap.

Grant kissed the tops of her breasts, cuddled them both against his cheeks, then returned his talented hands to their delicious task of squeezing her ass and working their massaging magic up and down her thighs. “Nay, lass. Ye must remain still as well.”

Holy shit. Quiet AND still?

“Open yer eyes and look at me, Joanna.”

Joanna forced her eyes open, biting her lip and tensing to keep from coming and melting into a quivering puddle of satisfied bliss.

“Ye must hold but a bit longer, m’love, aye?”

Joanna agreed with a strained bobbing of her head.

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