And she was not just any woman. She wasthiswoman, and he wanted her with a frenzy that made him shiver. His breath caught in his chest.
“Just relax,” she whispered as she slid her hand farther up and finally reached his aching manhood. He was tempted in that spiraling moment of ecstasy to grab hold of her wrist and yank it out from under his kilt, but he resisted and instead let his eyes roll back in his head.
Pleasure trembled through him, potent and penetrating, while she stroked his heavy balls.
Senses attuned to her slightest movement, he listened to the sound of her mouth—her tongue licking across her lips—and uttered a deep groan of need. It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to rise up, seize control, and flip her over onto her back.
Catherine sat up just then and swung a leg over him, straddling over his knees and raising his kilt to expose his erection. Their eyes met. He was hungry for her. He wanted her with a recklessness that was burning through him like a fireball, out of control. He knew he should stop, but he could not refuse what she offered. Hewouldtake it. He would take all of it.
Carefully, she unfastened his brooch and slowly slid his tartan off his shoulder. Next she tugged his loose shirt out from under his belt. He raised his arms, and she pulled his shirt off over his head, then proceeded to remove his kilt. Everything was done with steady, measured movements. She did nothing in a hurry, and soon he was completely naked. The cool air upon his body inflamed his passions, and again he had to struggle to remain on his back when he wanted to rise up and take command of the situation, to undressher, to touchher.
Still straddled over him, Catherine bent forward to kiss and lick the quivering muscles of his stomach. Her tongue probed insistently into his navel, and the muscles in his legs began to shake. He brushed her hair to one side, out of the way, and rose up on an elbow to look down at her in the muted light.
To see a woman’s head down there, so close to the core of his need, was enough to make him explode before she even touched him.
Ach!He wanted to tumble her onto her back right now and plunge himself into her hot, downy wetness! But he smothered those urges and reminded himself that if he had the will to resist all forms of sexual pleasure for three years, he could restrain himself from making love to this woman now.
Her lips found his mouth and she kissed him deeply, luxuriously, sighing with her own pleasure at the damp heat of their mingling tongues.
Lachlan reached up to hold her face in his hands, thrusting his hips forward, knowing there was no danger of penetration, for she was up on all fours above him, a safe distance away from his genitals.
“Tell me what to do,” she whispered.
Her eagerness aroused him further, and he shivered with need.
“Do what comes naturally, lass. Just remember, I can’t be under your shift when I come.”
She nodded, and her thick, gleaming hair swept across his face. Lachlan stroked it back, so that he could see her eyes. She leaned forward to kiss him again. Her lips were damp and swollen with desire, and as her tongue met his, he understood consciously that this was dangerous for both of them, but the blinding force of his need could not be ignored. He wanted her with a fierce abandon that was beyond anything he’d ever known before. He had proven himself remarkably formidable over the past three years, but this was not the same.
Catherine dragged her mouth from his and eased back onto all fours while she kissed down the front of his neck and stroked her hands up and down his bare torso.
Kissing and licking his nipples with the silky flick of her tongue while her hands strayed downward to his thighs again, she smothered him in breathless, flame-hot kisses.
He lifted a knee and bumped into the sweet luscious haven between her thighs, the place he wanted to touch and penetrate, but could not.
In the next moment, she licked her palm and wrapped it wetly around him. Lachlan gasped and twitched beneath the skilful stroke of her hand. It had been so long since he’d been touched. He wasn’t sure he could survive the pleasure of it.
She stroked him with a firm squeezing grace, then began to pump furiously, fast and quick. It was more than he could take. He felt like an untried adolescent. Something took hold of his senses. He lost all control, forgot who and where he was, as a blistering orgasm began to tremble and quake through his body. He tried to grab hold of Catherine’s hand to slow her down, to hold off the crashing wave of fulfillment—because it was too soon, too fast, and he had never surrendered to a climax so quickly before. But almost immediately he found himself writhing on the bed of fur, clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth in abandon.
Abruptly he sat up, then flopped back down again and shot his seed onto his stomach in an explosion of lust that brought him right off the ground.
His eyes flew open, and he looked at Catherine to make sure she was not in a position that might risk her safety.
Thankfully she was not. At some point she had rolled off him, and she was now lying beside him.
“There, you see?” she said in a teasing, seductive voice. “There aresomethings we can do.”
“Aye, darling,” he wearily replied, dropping his head back down, feeling dazed and delirious, still shuddering with sensation. “And you did them very well. I never came so fast in my life. If news of this gets out…”
She smiled. “I promise it will be our secret.”
He admired her beguiling beauty in the morning light and yearned to feel again the pleasure that had accompanied his surrender just now, but feared he might become addicted to it.
She reached for a towel in the supply pack.
“I need to go down to the loch and swim for a bit,” he said, watching her face while she took great care in wiping his stomach.
“But it’s so cold.”
