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“I need to be inside you, right now.”

Realizing his trews were still bunched around his knees, he pulled them off and tossed them on the ground beside the bed as his body came down hard on top of her.

He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts, as his hands slipped between her thighs. He realized how much she’d enjoyed pleasuring him; she was wet and hot and ready for him. He placed his hands beside her shoulders and lifted his chest so he could watch her as he entered her.

He rubbed the head of his cock against her, and her legs opened around him. He pushed into her gently, wanting to draw out the moment, savoring the sensation of sliding in inch by inch. She gripped him like a tight glove, enfolding him into her body. He groaned, the wave of pleasure so hot and sweet.

She was everything to him, and he wanted her to feel the significance of their joining. Of how their bodies came together in perfect symmetry. When he was fully inside her, he held her gaze, telling her with his eyes everything he was feeling. Still holding her gaze, he pushed a little deeper and stilled. Her soft moan of pleasure, the pure poignancy of the moment, touched the deepest part of him.

For the first time in his life, he felt complete.

Flora didn’t think that she could feel any closer to him than when she’d taken him in her mouth, tasting the salty masculine essence of him.

At first, she thought all she would do was kiss him, but the more she kissed him, the more she understood that he was holding something back. She never realized…

It had never occurred to her to take him in her mouth—there was simply too much of him. But her mouth stretched around him, and knowing the pleasure she was giving him, she relaxed and took him deeper. She still wasn’t convinced she was doing it right, but he hadn’t seemed to mind. It was the oddest sensation, using her mouth to give pleasure to such an intimate part of his body. But it made her feel closer to him than ever before.

Until he slid inside her, looking deep into her eyes, and touched a part of her she hadn’t even known existed.

He’d opened up her heart, revealing everything she’d held safely inside. Emotions so intense, it almost scared her. Because she realized what she’d done. She’d given him the most important part of herself—not her body, but her heart. He held power over her that no man had before. A power she trusted him with completely.

But the most wondrous part was that everything she was feeling, she could see mirrored in his eyes. The tender way he touched her and made love to her said in every way that was important how he felt. Lachlan Maclean was not a man who would write sonnets or make heartfelt declarations about his emotions. She suspected those words had not come easily, and she would wager that before today, he’d never told another woman he’d loved her.

But she knew as he gathered her against him, cradling her in his arms, simply holding himself inside her, that he did.

Lachlan had never known what true desire was. It wasn’t simply lust, but wanting someone with every fiber of his being and wanting to prolong the experience for as long as he could. With Flora it wasn’t just about finding release, but about savoring every sensation and every moment leading up to it. He stroked her long silky hair, sliding his hand down the curve of her spine to cup the soft flesh of her bottom, lifting her even closer to him.

She moaned, rubbing her lush breasts against his chest, melting against him.

He caught her mouth with his, kissing her slowly and deeply as he began to move inside her with long, languid strokes, stretching every second of connection between them.

Legs entwined, he taught her how to lift her hips to meet his thrust, how to tilt her hips to take him deeper, how to clench her body around him and draw out the pleasure.

God, it felt good.She was so tight and hot around him. He watched where their bodies joined as he slid out of her almost completely, felt the cold emptiness grab him, and then sank right back into her warm, delicious heat.

With each deep thrust he felt her squeeze around him, milking him with her body.

He’d never made love with such deliberateness and purpose. Or with such tenderness. It was incredible. Less wildfire and more a controlled burn, but the results were the same—utter physical devastation.

He saw the wonder in her eyes and heard the startled cry catch in her throat as her climax took hold. Holding her gaze, he plunged inside her full hilt and gave over the most powerful climax of his life. It gripped not just his manhood, but every part of his body. Not in a sudden cataclysmic explosion, but in a slow building eruption that seemed to go on forever, wringing every bit of energy from his body.

But even as the last twinges of passion faded away, he still could not bring himself to leave her. He gathered her in his arms and held her against him, feeling the beat of her heart against his.

They stayed like that for some time, both too moved to speak.

It was Flora who broke the silence. “I still can’t believe it.”

Lachlan groaned, knowing to what she referred. “If I have to try to prove my feelings to you again, I might not survive.”

“Not that.” She swiped at him playfully. “How could I doubt it after that? I just never thought that something like this would happen to me.” Her mouth twisted in a wry smile. “I never thought I’d meet a man who wanted me just for myself. It was something my mother was never able to find and I thought would never be for me.” She brought her hand up to his face and cradled his cheek in her hand. He could see the unshed tears glistening in her eyes. “I feel so lucky.”

Lachlan felt his chest squeeze, the reality of the situation brought back to him full force. He held her a little tighter in his arms. His plan to rescue his brother would work.

Chapter 17

Three days later, while practicing with his men for the coming battle to reclaim Breacachadh, Lachlan had his answer.

“I’m sorry, my laird,” Allan said, standing before him, his face streaked with dirt and sweat. Lachlan knew he’d just arrived—the smell of the moors and wind still clung to him.