She welcomed the taking, knotting her fingers in his still-damp hair and arching into his touch. She ached with need, hardening into tight buttons as he licked a circle around her breast, then pulled her nipple deep into his mouth. She shuddered and rocked harder against him as waves of pleasure swept through her. Paradise. At last.
She smoothed her hands down his back, pulsating with the pleasure of touching him. She urged him closer, wrapping her legs around him as he shifted between her thighs.
He rumbled out a soft chuckle as he rose from nibbling a fiery trail down the center of her stomach. “Och, now. Patience, my love. Such a joining should never be rushed.” He cradled her in the crook of his arm as he traced a teasing touch down her curves, then slid a finger deep into her wetness.
She bucked into the heel of his hand as he deftly massaged her mound faster and harder, then slid a second finger inside with the first. Waves of ecstasy built within her as he swallowed her cries with a hungry kiss.
As the delicious spasms slowly abated, he kept his fingers deep inside and ever so slowly worked his thumb back and forth across her still throbbing nub. With every stroke of his masterful hand, the urge to flip him onto his back and ride him hard grew.
“More,” she panted against his mouth while wrapping her leg around his flank and arching against him. “I need you. Now.” A groan escaped her as she slid, wet and eager against the length of his hardness and his talented fingers.
Every nerve ending threatened to explode as he took his cock and teased it against her opening. He swirled and rubbed the swollen head against the heat she longed to wrap around him. She shuddered, aching with excruciating pleasure. This was torture. She needed him inside her. All the way. Now. “Take me now!” She slid her hand down between them, grabbed his cock and aligned it for immediate entry.
“As ye will it, mistress,” he said in a rasping whisper. He slid both arms beneath her and settled down hard between her thighs. “As ye will it,” he groaned as he shoved deeper into her heat.
She bucked with the joining. A gasping moan escaped her as the melding crashed wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure through her. She met him thrust for thrust, until the night shattered and her senses exploded with pure bliss. Gray’s thunderous growl echoed her cries as his body tensed beneath her hands then hammered into her with primal urgency.
As the aftershocks crashed through her, he collapsed and tightened his arms around her. She closed her eyes and molded herself against him. What better way to stay warm at night than with your very own Highlander?
Gray rumbled with what sounded like a deep satisfied purr as he kissed the tender spot behind her ear and nuzzled a hungry trail down to her collarbone. He slid his hand down to the curve of her hip and rocked into her with his already returning hardness. He lifted his head and lightly kissed the tip of her nose. “I fear there shall be no more sleeping tonight,mo chridhe,” he whispered with a wicked grin.
“As you will it,” she said as she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed.
* * *
“Are you warm enough, gal?”Granny draped another wrap across her legs and tucked the ends snug inside the chair. “You haven’t said two words since Gray brought you down from Tamhas’s mountain.”
Trulie wiggled her toes in the luxury of a pan of hot water and breathed in the herb-scented steam wafting up around her. “I am fine, Granny.”
Sort of.Truth be told, she was a muddled mess of confusing emotions. What the devil was she going to do now? She had fully planned on returning to the future. But now? How could she leave now?
Granny studied her, peering over the top of her spectacles, perched on their usual spot at the end of her nose. “Coira will be here soon with a nice breakfast that will stick to your ribs and warm you from the inside out.”
Trulie stared at the fire. The soft, glow of the red-orange coals triggered memories of last night. The firelight had burnished their skin a coppery gold. Gray had cradled her back against his chest as they watched the fire. His husky whisper had warmed her as he had spoken Gaelic, then fully ensnared her heart when he explained the meaning of the words.
She blinked, breaking the spell of the memory. Granny had been dead on the money. She ached to hear Gray’s deep voice whisper her name in the darkness. She finally understood what Granny had meant about a love that made you burn. Gray was the one.
“Trulie?” Granny pulled a stool up beside the chair. “I’ve got just the thing to lift your spirits. How ’bout if we check on your sisters?”
Poor Granny. She didn’t understand. There was nothing wrong with her spirits. Currently, she only had two major problems: one, she had fallen—and fallen hard—for a man from the thirteenth century, and two, Granny had been right about finding love in the past. The second problem was actually the biggest problem of all. Because it wasn’t beneath Granny to do theI told you sodance. Trulie nodded and patted Granny’s hand. “Talking to the girls would be great. I couldn’t see them the last time we opened the portal.”
Granny pushed up from the stool, grabbed the iron poker propped against the hearth, and stirred the fire. The action awakened the flames hidden in the chunks of wood, and soon yellow-white tongues of fire danced among the coals. Granny bent and scraped up a handful of cooled ashes piled against the stones. She stood for a long moment, fully focused on the flames. Then with a barely perceptible nod, she bent and softly blew the handful of ashes into the blaze.
The coals glowed brighter and the flames crackled and popped. A hollow roaring whooshed up the flue as an inky darkness rose from the center of the coals and grew until it spread across the width of the flames.
Kenna’s yawning, sleepy-eyed face flickered into view. “Seriously, Granny? You know it’s two in the morning here.”
Granny frowned, then silently counted by tapping a thumb across her fingertips. “Sorry, gal. I forgot the time difference was still the same, even across centuries.”
Kenna yawned again, turned, and shouted back over one shoulder. “You two get up. Granny and Trulie are on the line.”
Trulie’s heart warmed. Little sister sounded as though she had fully embraced the job of head of household. She leaned closer to the fire. “How did the twins do on their history test? You said they were having the same problems we did about finding all the errors in the history books.”
“We aced them.” Lilia shouldered Kenna aside. “Kenna told us to lie and just put down the answers the teacher wanted to hear.”
“Kenna!” Granny shook her finger at the girls’ image wavering above the flames. “What did I tell you?”
“You and I will talk later about throwing me under the bus.” Kenna pushed Lilia out of the picture. “Go get Mairi so she can say hi.”
