Page 22 of Highlander’s Sweet Poison

Her voice turned husky as she placed a hand on his chest and kissed his shoulder. The softness of her lips, the tentativeness of her touch, elicited a groan from him, and he twisted his body so he could capture her lips as he pressed her back down on the bed.

Aye, tonight, he was going to enjoy himself.

And every night after.

“Were ye disappointed when I did not take ye?” He kissed down her neck toward her breasts. When her hips lifted from the bed, he placed his hand on her abdomen to keep her anchored down. The movement seemed to drive her wild, and she pressed up against him to no avail.

“Aye,” she admitted. “When I woke up this morn, I wished that ye were still in my bed.”

“What would ye have done with me?” He kissed the tip of her right breast and chuckled when she whimpered. When she didn’t answer right away, he moved back slightly and blew on her nipple. “Answer me, Jillian.”

“Oh. I...I would have kissed ye and touched ye.”

Pleased, he moved to her other breast. “Kissed me where?”

“Everywhere.” She arched into him with a moan, and he lapped at her until her body was shuddering.

“I’m here now.” Sliding back up her body, he tangled his hand in her hair and kissed her hard and deep. “Touch me, Jillian.”

He ached for her. She could have touched him on his shoulder, his arms, his chest, and he would have reveled in it. She could have slid her hands down his back, curving over his buttocks or hips, and he would have lost it.

Instead, she wasted no time and circled her hands over his erection, tightening her hold, and he cried out hoarsely in surprise.

“Touch ye like that?” she asked coyly with a grin. “‘Tis only fair if I can tease ye the way that ye tease me.”

“Aye, ye do more than tease me,” he grunted as he pumped his hips in and out of her small and tight little palm. The friction drove him mad, but he kept his movements slow, not wanting to spill himself outside of her. “Ye drive me mad.”

Gasping, she released him, and he realized that he’d said something wrong. Quickly, he covered his mouth with hers, slowly kissing away whatever it was that had upset her until her hips were rolling underneath him.

He could sink himself into her right then and there, lose himself in her body, but his control was slipping, and he feared he wouldn’t last long. This was for her too. She deserved pleasure, and he moved his hands down and parted her legs.

“Ye are so wet,” he whispered as he delved his fingers inside of her. One first, slipping in and out, occasionally sliding over that tight little nub that made her squeal. “And tight.”

Proving a point, he added a second finger, and she bit him lightly on the shoulder as he continued to tease. “Come for me, lass.”

“Nay! I want ye inside of me!”

She thought they were repeating last night. Little did she know that there was nothing that could happen tonight to keep him away from her. “I will be, soon enough,” he promised. “But first, I want to watch ye.”

Her chest flushed red as she closed her eyes and tried to cover her face, but he quickly cuffed her wrists and held them over her head, all without pausing the thrusts of his fingers.

When she fell, she became even more beautiful, crying his name as she struggled against him, her hips moving against his fingers. And when he finally withdrew, he ran his hands up the sweat of her body and kissed her.

“Now, I will make ye mine.”

Jillian could barely breathe. The air in the room was so hot and thick that the windows were fogging over, and while her body was glistening from pleasure, she still didn’t have what she wanted.

What she wanted was him.

His erection was thick and heavy as it nestled at her sex, and she widened her legs and wiggled her hips in what she hoped was a seductive manner, but still, all he did was kiss and pet her.

Was she doing this wrong? Her last husband had never been this difficult to seduce.

“Graeme,” she murmured hesitantly. “What is wrong? Ye said now.”

Chuckling, he kissed her again. “And I mean it, but ye need some time to prepare for me, again. I mean to feel ye come with me in ye, Jillian, so dinnae rush me. I need to focus.”

Focus? It was all she could do not to laugh out loud. It seemed to her that he was focusing plenty. “If ye let me, I can get myself ready for ye.”