His hand slid down her back to cup her bottom and lift her firmly against him.
Oh, God, yes.Pleasure broke over her in heavy waves. Her body softened. Tingled. The strange fluttering awakened low in her belly, damp and insistent. She circled against him, instinctively seeking friction to ease the anxious pressure.
He growled, a fierce primal sound that called to a place deep inside her. An erotic, carnal place she was only just discovering. She wanted to make him sound like that always. Crazy with need. Crazy for her.
He lifted her leg to circle his waist and pinned her back up against the door. The hard column of his desire pressed insistently between her legs. This time his size did not bring fear, only eagerness. She remembered all too viscerally his fullness inside her, hot and heavy, stretching her, driving her home to oblivion.
She wanted him there now.
And he wanted it, too. Badly. She could feel the hammering of his heart, the taut muscles flexing under her fingertips, the jerkiness of his movements. The air verily crackled with danger. His passion was like a cask of gunpowder in her hands, ready to explode.
His tongue was in her mouth, probing with long, wicked strokes that left no part of her unclaimed. She opened against him, wanting it even deeper. Harder. Wetter. Her entire body ached for him. Need obscured everything else.
No longer bound by innocence, she knew what this man could do to her and she wanted that feeling again. Over and over until they collapsed in a sated heap of naked entwined limbs. Until he never wanted to leave her again.
His mouth dropped to her throat, his hand clutched her breast, squeezing, their bodies undulating toward only one conclusion.
He tugged her stays and bodice down to access her breasts, almost tearing the fabric in his urgency. She cried out when his mouth covered her, when he sucked her deep into her mouth, tugging her throbbing nipple between his teeth as his hips rocked against her.
God, she could feel it. Feel the pleasure building. The heat intensifying, concentrating at her very core.
He fumbled with the ties at his waist. A moment later she heard his sporran and scabbard hit the ground, then felt the air on her bare skin as he lifted her skirts.
She was so wet, so hot, literally shaking with desire, her need all consuming.
He lifted his head from her breast and gazed into her half-lidded eyes. His eyes were hooded, dark with passion, every muscle in his face and neck tight with strain. “I can’t wait,” he growled through clenched teeth. “God, what do you do to me?” he groaned, his voice raw and exposed—almost angry.
Positioning himself between her legs, he lifted them around his waist so that her feet were off the floor, and surged inside her with a deep, guttural groan of pure masculine satisfaction.
She gasped from the exquisite force, her back slamming against the door as if to mark his possession. Because that’s what it was—possession. She felt his power surge inside her, every inch of his six foot plus muscled frame poised and straining against her. He was so big and hard, filling her completely, the weight of her body taking him even deeper. She let the sensation wash over her, over and over. It was incredible, beautiful in its primitive perfection. She could stay like this forever.
Their eyes met, emotion breaking through the haze of unfettered passion. She felt his love for her as surely as if he’d just reached out and touched her heart. “You are so damned beautiful,” he kissed her again, hard and punishing. “You make me lose my mind.”
“Good,” she whispered, wriggling him even deeper. “I like you this way.”
His eyes flared, any control he’d managed snapped. Her legs tightened around his waist as his hands gripped her naked bottom. The feel of his big, callused warrior’s hands hard and demanding on her soft flesh sent fresh tingles up her spine. He kissed her again, and his hips started to move, thrusting hard and deep. The force of each stroke shuddered through her, setting off wave after wave of sensation. She gave over to him completely, not knowing that anything could feel like this. Not realizing passion could be so fierce and furious.
Her breath was coming in short gasps, echoing his sharp grunts. Her heart was pounding. Heat engulfed her. She could feel it coming. Faster and faster, he plunged into her, his powerful body surging into her with every thrust.
“I can’t,” he growled through clenched teeth, his face a mask of tortured restraint. She knew he was waiting…
Her body contracted. “Oh, God,” she cried out as the spasms ripped through her in wave after hot wave.
But her cries were drowned by his. He held her hips and thrust into her one more time, holding her against him as his body jerked with his own release. A guttural sound of raw ecstasy tore from his chest. Warmth rushed between her legs.
When it was over, Jeannie couldn’t move. Utterly spent, utterly boneless, her entire body sagged like a poppet made of rags in his arms.
His breathing was still coming hard when his eyes found hers. “God, I’m sorry.”
She looked up at him in surprise. “Whatever for?”
Shame tinged his handsome features. “For taking you like a damned animal. Look at us.” Gently he eased himself out of her and lowered her to the ground. Her body chilled, protesting the sudden emptiness and loss of his heat. Her legs were a little shaky but she managed to stand upright—not a small feat with jelly in her bones. Boyish befuddlement clouded his gaze. “I’ve never been like this before. Something comes over me…” his voice dropped off. “You deserve to be worshipped, to be made love to properly. On a damned bed for starters.”
He looked so chagrined. She put her hand on his cheek, the rough stubble scratching her palm. “It was wonderful. I love what you do to me.” She smiled. “I can’t imagine anything more…” her cheeks heated, “proper.” She tilted her head. “But I suppose there is one way we could rectify the situation.”
His gaze sharpened, hot and penetrating. “How’s that?”
She glanced past his shoulder to the narrow bed, her fingers starting to work the fastenings of his mail at his shoulders. “You could show me all that I’ve allegedly been missing.”
