Page 53 of Highlander’s Dangerous Love

She nodded and let his hands roam down her body, from her neck, over her breasts and stomach, and down to her hips.

Colin wasted no time. His fingers, toughened by the forge, made things a little more difficult when untying her stays.

“Dammit,” he said, fumbling with them.

Gemma laughed lightly.

“’Tis fine, Colin. Here, let me,” she said, reaching back to help him untie them, but he frowned.

“I want tae do it myself. Tae unwrap my beautiful present.”

“Ye can play wi’ yer present after I help ye unwrap it. Is that not more satisfying?” She said flirtatiously.

He seemed to perk up a little at that — his expression, as well as the area underneath his kilt.

“Aye,” he agreed, but still could not let her go. He massaged her thighs with his hands, and the sensation sent a thrill through her body.

Finally, when her stays were unlaced, Colin helped her take them off over her head. Instead of throwing them aside like he really wanted to, the gently placed them on the chest at the foot of the bed.

“My beautiful wife,” Colin praised when she was in nothing but her shift.

“I am still half-dressed,” she giggled.

“Aye, but ’tis the most I’ve seen of ye yet. We couldnae risk nakedness on the beach, remember?”

Gemma did remember that. She’d loosened her bodice enough that he could sneak a hand around her breast, and he had touched her in her most intimate place with his fingers, but he had yet to see her naked as the day she was born.

“Aye. Are ye ready?” She asked.

Colin nodded eagerly, his red hair flopping about his face.

Gemma leaned forward and kissed him deeply one more time, savoring his taste, before she drew back and lifted the shift over her head. Nothing could have prepared her for the groan that escaped his body. It was unlike anything she’d ever heard from him.

“Oh, Gemma,” he breathed, looking at her, stunned. Gemma smiled and hummed appreciatively. All women deserved to feel this way, to have someone love them, appreciate them, and be in awe of them as Colin was.

“You like how I look?” She asked hesitantly.

“I do indeed. Can ye stand so I can…see ye? All of ye?”

She thought it a peculiar request, as she was already naked in front of him, but she acquiesced. When she stood, he directed her to stand in between his outstretched legs. The evidence of his arousal was clearly evident under his kilt.

“I think ye are rather underdressed,” she teased as his hands came to rest on her hips.

“Hmmm I dinnae ken. I think I rather prefer it like this. I might keep ye naked all the time, just for my amusement,” he said with a grin.

Feeling bold, she stepped forward and straddled his hips. It wiped that grin right off his face, and she took pleasure in the power she had over him.

“Ye prefer it like this?”

She ground against him, moaning as her womanly parts brushed against his kilt.

“I prefer ye,” he said, planting an open mouthed kiss on her neck, “in all ways,” his mouth drifted down to her breast.

She threw her head back as he nibbled and kissed, alternating breasts to make sure each got equal attention.

In a sudden burst of boldness, she pushed him down on the bed so that his back was flush against the mattress, and she was still straddling him. That familiar wetness was pooling between her thighs already.

“Mr. Frazier, ye look lovely like this,” she mused, admiring the contours of his muscles beneath his thin shirt.