Page 36 of Never Kiss a Highlander

“I always jump the hedges there,” she called, hoping with the wind he heard her.

He nodded, so apparently he was not going to try to talk her out of it. She eyed the distance between them and the hedges and grinned as he continued to ride beside her.

With a smooth jump, she sailed over the hedges, Bonnie-Bay taking a soft landing. She rode a bit more and turned to see Finn fly over the hedges. He waited for her to go first, most likely thinking she couldn’t do it.

“I have no problem doing that jump,” she said with a frown.

“I dinna think ye did. I just wanted to watch my wife’s arse as she did it.”

Not sure if he was serious or not, she grunted and they walked their horses to a small pond so they could give the animals a rest.

Before she could hop from the horse, Finn had his arms around her waist again and lowered her to the ground, sliding her smoothly against him.

Various parts of her body came alive, and she had the urge to rub herself against him. He must have known her thoughts because he smiled at her and leaned closer. “‘Tis nice and private here, wife. And the grass is tall.”

Her heart began thumping and she looked up at him. Aye, she knew from the look in his eyes what the man had in mind. A slight annoyance would be good. She smiled brightly. “Aye, ‘tis nice. Mayhap we can collect flowers.”

He pulled her against him and growled. “Let’s get the horses settled and we’ll see about collecting flowers.”

They led Morag and Bonnie-Bay to the edge of the pond, rubbed them with the tall grass, and fastened their reins to a tree. Finn turned to her. “Flowers?”

Her heart was beating so loud he must have been able to hear it. “Aye.” Her voice was scratchy, just as parts of her body were.

Finn hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He bent his head and touched his lips lightly to hers, moving them back and forth. If there was air in her body, she didn’t know how to access it.

“Hold onto my shoulders.”

She did as he asked, and he unlaced the front of her bodice, spreading them apart, exposing her breasts to the cool air and warm sun.

He stared at her as he gave one nipple a lick. She sucked in a breath.

“Ye like that, lass?”

“Aye.”

“Should I do it again?”

“Aye.”

This time he took her breast into his mouth and fed on her like a bairn. Everything inside her tightened and the area between her legs grew moist and swollen. It amazed her what this man could do to her with so little effort.

He eased her to the ground, and her dress fell to her feet. Were she not so muddle-headed by Finn’s attentions, she might have been a tad disturbed about being stark naked in the field she’d ridden past so many times.

Almost as if he read her mind, Finn said, “As I mentioned before, the grass is nice and tall.” But just to be sure, he scooped her up into his arms and laid her gently on the ground. He quickly removed his clothes and laid alongside her.

Finn was always so pleased with how responsive Alison was to his touch. He was also amazed that this beautiful, passionate woman was willing to sell herself into a cold marriage.

He ran his hands over her body, loving the dips and curves and how she moaned as he fondled her breasts, which, he’d learned, were very sensitive.

No shy maiden, her hand wandered down his chest, tugging on the short hairs and ending at his cock which he thought could not grow any more.

He was wrong.

“Ach,Mo Chridhe,ye handle me so well.” He slid his hand over her belly and touched the warmth waiting for his cock.

Alison was already moaning and tossing about. With a smile on his face, he slid down her body, hooked his arms under her knees and raised her, his mouth equal to where she needed help.

He licked, the moistness on his tongue like honey.