Page 24 of Never Kiss a Highlander

Finn’s kiss grew more solid, more possessive. He nudged her lips with his tongue and when she opened, it slid in, touching all the places in her mouth that she had no idea were so sensitive.

She felt a loss when he drew back, but then his mouth moved from her lips to her neck where his teeth grazed her earlobe, nipping at it, then soothing it with his warm, wet tongue.

Not wishing to have everything done to her and not respond, Alison slid her hands up Finn’s chest and played with the ends of his short hair.

Her husband’s kisses grew more demanding, more masterful. He was in charge and let her know by his actions. He moved her body how he wanted it, he plundered her mouth over and over. She felt as though she was spinning, causing her to cling to her husband’s shoulders, hanging on.

He pulled back and, before she could even take a breath, his large hands slid underneath her sleeping gown and within seconds it was going over her head.

Instead of feeling chilled—the fire must have been doing its job—she was warm, very, very warm.

“Ach, sweetheart, we would be much more comfortable in the bed.”

Unable to even form words, she merely nodded, and he swept her up, the sleeping gown dropping to the floor.

Naked in his arms, he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. Any embarrassment she felt before had vanished. Finn studied her as he removed his liene and climbed in next to her.

He seemed to be as fascinated by her breasts as she was with Finn’s man part. It was long and thick and jutted out from his body. She knew what that was for, but she should have asked to see it before she was ordered to marry.

This object would not fit.

Finn fondled her breasts, pulled at her nipples and, when she thought she could take no more, he covered one of her breasts with his mouth.

It felt as good as it had in the stables and she was sure that sound was her moaning. Her breasts grew heavy and the area between her legs warm and wet. He released her breast with a pop sound, bringing a “nay” from her. Before the word was barely out, his arm went around her body and pulled her against him.

The sensation of rubbing her already stiffened nipples against his muscular chest with soft, scattered hair kept her heart wildly thumping and her lungs gasping for air.

After a few more mind-numbing kisses, he flipped her on her back and, leaning over, brushed the now damp hair from her face. “I have wanted you in this position almost since I arrived at Castle Varrich.”

Alison’s brows rose. “I doubt that, husband. Ye did no’thing but order me around.”

“Aye, but that doesna mean I dinna desire ye. And ye deserve a mon who wants ye in his bed more than anyone else.”

Knowing he was referring to Archie Sinclair, he had managed to sooth her rejection and bring more fluttering to her stomach and more warmth and wetness to the area now aching for his touch.

“And ye’re married to me by accident.”

“Nay, wife. ‘Twas meant to be,” he growled. “Too much talk.” He ended that statement with another soul searching kiss.

Her hand wandered down to his man part, feeling it for the first time, enjoying the feel of something so very odd. Soft and hard. A bit of moisture on the tip.

Finn let out a low whistle through his teeth. “Are ye sure ye want to do that, lass? As good as it feels, it might bring an end to this before ye have yer pleasure.”

“It feels so strange.”

His laugh sounded as if he was strangling. While he kept his mouth busy, softly speaking in her ear in Gaelic phrases, sucking on her skin, kissing all over her face, she ran her hand over his strong, smooth back muscles.

Not since her brothers had died, had she felt protected. Learning how to use the bow and thesgian dubhdidn’t help as much as she’d thought it would. Her world as she’d known it, as the only daughter and sister, had practically disappeared.

She felt as though she’d lost all the men in her family, especially when her da decided to marry her off to a man who didn’t want her. She doubted her brothers would have allowed it. But the da she’d grown up with was as dead as her brothers.

Now she had a strong, virile man who had vowed to protect her. Except his protection came at a price.

“Stop thinking, lass. I can hear yer brain mumbling.” Finn slid his fingers down her sensitive body to the wet, warm folds between her thighs. “This will keep yer mind from wandering.”

No truer words had ever been spoken. Once his large finger slid through the folds of her swollen woman’s part, she began to feel as though she needed something those fingers would do.

“Relax,m’eudail.I ken ye’re needing something, but if ye tense up it will take longer. I will ne’er leave ye wanting.”