Page 49 of The Lady of Her Highland Clan

"J-Jonet," said Clyde blankly. He was not thinking about Jonet anymore.

"Jonet's a bampot," said Fiona straightforwardly. She was so forthright that Clyde almost laughed aloud. She looked triumphantly at him.

Then she moved in closer. Stroking his face, Fiona came nearer. Repeatedly, she ran her finger up and down his cheek. Clyde felt his core temperature heat up.

Was he dreaming?

Fiona smiled, bringing her face a little closer.

"I wouldnae have done that..."

Before Clyde could pinch himself, he had dived into her sweet cherry lips and was exploring the taste inside them. She was so soft and sweet, he could hardly stop himself. Instantly, he plunged in, one hand ruffling her hair, the other gorging himself on her flesh.

He was gentle to start with, his index finger rotating and discovering every inch of her cheekbones. The imprint of his touch made her shiver, tensing both of them as her lips hovered near.

Once he was in, Clyde thought he would never stop kissing. Her sweet embrace drew him in, and now he was stuck. He thought he would melt under her touch; she was shy and coy, but knowing at the same time. Her silky skin tempted him further, bringing him back toward her with a steamy kiss that made her sigh.

"Ye’re alright?" he asked in concern, watching her eyes open and dilate. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of green he had ever seen.

Fiona nodded. Then she looked around. Neither of them had noticed, but he had finished putting the tent together, and now they were both just standing there, alone beneath the night.

Sometime since they had started, the night had drawn in, and now the bright twinkle of stars could be seen like a sheen across the sky.

"I'm better than alright," said Fiona, squeezing his hand warmly.

And Clyde knew right then that he wanted her.

Badly.

But he knew better than to try and get it. However, her looking like that made it hard.

"An' I ken what I want," Fiona added, burrowing down onto him. Clyde felt all his strength drain away. Inside ached so bad.

He stroked her hair, which ended in a passionate embrace. Together, the two of them pulled closer, like magnets attracting.

A hot spark erupted through Clyde's body. Fiona's flesh was smooth and lithe. She was fresh and clean, and as he held her in his arms, a sweetness hovered in the air above them.

"Fiona, I—" he began. His eyes could not get beyond her face. Looking for what seemed like the first time, he was swamped by her beauty. Even this close, her porcelain complexion was as perfect as ever.

And further down, Clyde could not help glancing beneath her arisaid. He could not see them, but the firm outline of her breasts peaked through the fabric. Clyde was taken by a sudden desire to stroke them and disrobe her further, but he did not. Instead, he stared into her clear eyes.

"Fiona," he said again.

"Nay talk, Clyde," said Fiona with a little grin. She took him by the hands, and, with a little wiggle of the thighs, led him back from the erect tent, right into the middle of the open clearing.

Unable to stop himself, Clyde followed like a moth to the flame.

He could not wait to burn.

Clyde's touch was like the fires of Hades. Wild and sweet, sparking the insides of her and revving her on to more demonic pleasures.

Everything was so intense, Fiona did not know where to begin. The sensations pumping through her were extreme. Somehow, they were together on the wet grass. How they had got there or when it had rained were unknown. And Fiona did not care because all she could think about was the sweetness of his touch.

Now his lips were locked onto hers, embracing her intently. She teased a finger down his back to his stomach and lay, caressing his navel.

Clyde shivered as she ran a finger over him. But inside, she was shaking. Her physical needs were overwhelming. Right then, it did not matter what else was happening, but she needed him.

Together they lay, side by side, in the midst of a field that Fiona still had no memory of getting in. It was damp, it was wet, and increasingly, it was windy.