Page 75 of Highlander’s Mercenary Lass

"Is that enough for ye?" he asked.

Grace just stared.

His skin was velvet fresh, and turning on one side, he displayed a near-perfect bum that just waited for her touch. Grace did not hesitate, and within moments was caressing him smoothly with the tip of her finger.

As Andrew groaned, Grace's confidence grew. Pressing her face to his skin, she kissed and teased him, starting in circles and growing around. Then she spread her hands against him, smoothing his skin and sending ripples of ecstasy through both of them.

Heat was building in Grace, so intensely she didn't know what to do. But Andrew's eyes showed her. Very slowly, she unbuttoned the top of the wedding robe, sloping the sleeves down, and revealing the tip of her shoulders. Her décolletage on show, Andrew suddenly sat up, bringing his lips towards her.

"Braw," he murmured approvingly. He brought his index finger down to bear on her naked shoulders, running it across her neck. A thrill rippled across Grace's body; this was unbearable.

"But too slow," he said. Now neck to neck, Andrew's curious gaze stared in, observing everything from the slightest pores to a beauty mark on the side of her neck. Andrew dived in, kissing it fully.

"How come I didnae notice afore?" he said, nuzzling her gently with his sweet kiss. A fever ached in Grace that she had never known before. Her whole skin buzzed and fizzled with desire.

"Dinnae stop," she moaned, as Andrew just looked on.

"Like it?" he breathed hotly into her ear. The hairs on the back of Grace's neck all shot up. It was as if she had been electrified.

It was all she could do to meekly murmur in reply. When she did, Andrew laughed.

"I should march ye to the laird," he remarked dryly. Grace's opened eyes asked him the question why but she did not speak. She was far too much in thrall to his touch.

Andrew's green eyes blinked, wryly. "Yer devil's mark," he said, kissing the beauty mark on her neck and sending Grace into a hail of delight. "It's a sign, o' being a witch...and I am under yer spell "

His eyes snaked upward, in fake surprise, but his lips and his mouth pressed firmly to hers, making her squeal with delight.

"But I like kissing it, just too much," he complained, smiling as he rained the kisses down on her harder.

Grace thought she was losing it.

"Then it's just as well," she teased, her brown eyes flashing at him in the warm candlelight. "Because I've got four more on me, but in places which I cannot say..."

Her eyelids fluttered, beckoning him in, and Andrew did not wait. Diving in, he ripped at her robe with his teeth. When she protested, he just laughed and rolled her over.

Then, slowly, he slid a finger in between the lacing of her dress, carefully unwrapping her layer by layer. With every piece he untied, she felt his fingers, pressing in deeper to her flesh. Every touch drove her wild, but Andrew was slow to the point of stopping—teasing Grace to a frenzy.

Finally, he had finished undressing her, and now was gazing at her naked breast with a sense of accomplishment.

"What took ye so long?" she murmured, as the flats of his palms caressed her. Inside, she burned, and Grace groaned as she turned her head to the side.

His skin felt like silk, rubbing up and down her. Now he was on her stomach, caressing her with the tips of his fingers, and sending her into a frenzy of delight.

"Nae complaining now, are ye?" he said, smiling. With his other hand, he stroked her hair, cajoling her softly.

"Mm," murmured Grace, her body feeling wild and abandoned. It was like she could not think anymore. Laughing, Andrew drew her near, extending his touch to her shoulders, her back, her arms, and ending right down in the base of her spine.

And his kiss followed his touch, caressing her deep in every sweet spot her body had to offer.

"I love yer body," he muttered, losing himself in her flesh. "But I cannae find the other marks...were ye jesting?"

Grace turned her head; with a slow smile, she shook her head. "Ye’re just nae looking hard enough, lad!"

This was all the provocation that Andrew needed. He rolled her over again and again until Grace was pleading with him to stop. He teased her mercilessly, rolling his tongue over her flesh, sending her wild.

"Still nay marks," retorted Andrew, tutting. "I say ye’re telling tall tales..."

"Look harder," Grace winked, and slowly tugged away at her undergarments. Andrew had unlaced her dress, but not removed the petticoats. Lifting them up, Grace offered herself up to his curious gaze.