“Please hold me,” fell from her lips.
Without a second’s hesitation, those comforting arms surrounded her. She leaned into him, breathing in the scent. The only security she felt was because of his presence. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips cool and soft. Grace muffled a groan.
“I…”
“Dinnae speak, jus’ rest,” he murmured.
But Grace’s chest rumbled from the vibrations of his body. She closed her eyes, then opened them. She raised her hands and wrapped them around his body, feeling the warmth of his skin. A sigh escaped him. He made to hold her away but Grace tightened her hold.
“Jo,” he muttered. “Ye cannae…”
Grace could not allow herself to think. If she did, she would return to that dream. She raised her head, pressed her lips to his. When she raised her head, she muttered, “please.”
Duncan eyes blazed as they gazed down at her, and his Adam’s apple. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. He lowered his head and there was a breathless moment when Grace almost turned away, for this was exactly what she’d been trying to avoid.
Then, he captured her lips in an intoxicating swirl. Once more, Grace was swept away. Her breathing coming in short, raspy gasps as she clawed at his chest. Decorum forgotten, she grasped at his shirt and he moved, easing it off his shoulders.
She splayed her fingers on his broad chest, wrecked by his kisses, to which she responded in kind. Their tongues fought a battle neither was willing to concede. His hands grew urgent on her dress. She helped him tug the rope lose. Her breasts bounced free and upon seeing them, Duncan’s eyes glazed over.
“By God, ye’re beautiful.”
His head dipped before Grace could process the hoarse compliment. He captured a nipple in his mouth and she moaned his name out loud. Startled by the sound of her own voice, Grace gulped and pressed her lips shut. But it was hard. Duncan’s heated tongue swirled that hard ball in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. His other hand crawled up and covered her other breast. Grace could not hold herself up anymore.
She fell back on the mattress, huffing out a breath. He was above her, easing the rest of her clothing downward. Her fingers race over his skin, his rippling abdomen, those bulging shoulders, her nails digging into them. Cool air hit her belly and Grace’s eyes snapped in that direction. Belated shame suffused her at the sight of her exposed body. She’d never bared herself to any man in this manner.
She stiffened, even her roving hands stopped. He looked up at her, then lay beside her. Gently, he cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. Grace swallowed, looking everywhere but at him. “Gods,” he muttered and kissed her pursed lips. While the other kisses had bordered on feral, this one was sweet, so gentle she almost cried out her need. Soon, Grace forgot her shyness, forgot her shame, just cleaved to that intensity burning under her skin.
The hand cupping her face inched toward her right breast, gently playing with her nipple. The stimulation drove her to the brinks of madness. She craved to know his taste too. She trailed the lightest, feathery kisses down his neck, the dangling part of his ear, the throbbing pulse. He reacted like he’d been shot, pushing her onto the mattress.
The rest of her clothing was removed, leaving her bare to the man above her. His face was a glaze of lust and assured arrogance and more. More that she could not dare even think of. She wanted to close her eyes. It was too much. She felt too much. This was a mere tryst. He leaned down and kissed each eyelid.
“Look at me,” he muttered against her mouth, searing her. “Dinnae hold back.”
He aimed a hand under her waist and lifted her upward, then he started to ravish her, muttering compliments along the way. The sight of the handsome man’s head on her body was more than she could handle.
“Duncan…” she moaned, arching her hips.
“Aye,” he grunted.
“Yer kilt,” she managed, desperately tugging at the waist. She wanted to see him. He took each of her hands and held them by her wrists. She was not allowed to touch. Her counter argument died when his finger found that heated part of her. She sucked in a breath as her eyes rolled back. He held his palm there for a moment, watching her chest heave.
“Please,” Grace begged. She did not know why, could not decipher what she craved. She just knew there was more – The hand moved on the ball of pleasure nerves, causing Grace to shoot up her waist. He released her wrist and captured a nipple. While that hand continued to work downwards, Grace’s breathing became harsher. She muttered his name over and over.
A finger moved downward, poised at her entrance. It moved less than an inch and stopped. Grace’s consciousness slowly returned to gaze at his face. She wanted to force his hand back tocontinue. He had an inexplicable expression as he gazed down at her.
“This is yer first,” he grunted.
Grace averted her gaze, but he made her look at him. “And?” she blurted. Her following words were drowned in a kiss. He kissed until both of them panted.
“Jo, Jo…” he muttered against her lips, voice tinted with regret.
Grace wanted to make it clear that she was ready. This was spur of the moment, but there was no other she would rather do it with. Once more, he silenced her thoughts when that finger kneaded her most sensitive spot. Pleasurable sensations slammed into her.
“Ye’re so wet and ready for me,” he mumbled heavily.
Grace moaned a bunch of nonsensical words. He kissed between her breasts, before proceeding down. When Grace saw where he was headed, she was alarmed. She wanted to pull his head up. But he pushed her back to the mattress and his tongue flicked over that shivering nub.
“Wh-what are ye doin’?” she stammered, shivering with the pleasure.
