Page 54 of Highlander’s Dangerous Love

“I can assure ye, the view is much nicer from where I am,” he said, reaching up to fondle her breasts again.

“Take this off,” she urged, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“Aye. Yer wish is my command,” he said. He sat up momentarily so he could throw his shirt aside, and Gemma hummed as he lay back down, exposing all of his wonderful toned torso. She’d seen him without a shirt a few times — during the summer, when training and sparring became unbearable in the heat, the lads would often discard their shirts and spar half-naked like the ancient Greeks.

But she’d never seen a man up close like this. He was beautiful. His chest had a fine smattering of fine blond hair, and he looked so much broader up close.

Apparently she’d been staring for too long, because Colin chuckled below her.

“Gettin’ a good look, lass?” he teased.

“Aye. Taking in the sight of what’s mine,” she purred, running her fingernails lightly up and down his torso. He laughed aloud at the sensation, and she felt very pleased with herself.

“I’d rather feel what’s now mine, if ye ken,” he said, wriggling his eyebrows.

“Then mayhap ye should take off yer kilt.”

She moved aside to let him disrobe. When he was done, she looked at him in awe. She’d seen a flash of his manhood before, that night on the beach, but she’d mostly felt it. Seeing him in his own naked glory like this made her cheeks burn red. Even though they were married, she was not used to the sight, and she thought him rather generously endowed.

Gemma's breath caught in her throat as Colin's hands roamed over her bare skin appreciatively. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so desired. She could feel the heat emanating from his body. And even though he was rather a muscular, chiseled man, she never imagined that his hands could be so gentle on her body like that. It caused that pleasant shiver to go down her spine and settle at the center of her. She felt like she needed to move her hips, and so she did — right above his manhood.

Colin threw his head back in pleasure.

“Christ, lass, that feels good,” he praised, his fingers digging into her hips.

“I think it would feel better elsewhere.”

He groaned, clearly anticipating the pleasure. Neither of them spoke as she continued to grind against him.

“We can do it like this,” he breathed, looking up at her with those beautiful emerald eyes, now dark with lust.

“Ye mean…I on top?”

“Aye, an’ ye’d look lovely like that.”

The idea of it was intriguing. She’d heard other ladies talk about their bedroom experiences, during laundry day when there wasn't much else to say, but no one had been quite so explicit as to describe the act.

She sat up a little, as Colin helped maneuver his manhood, and then she sank down onto him, slowly. When he was fully sheathed inside her, she gave a pleasant sigh.

“Och, it feels good,” she exclaimed, moving her hips back and forth experimentally.

“Ye look so lovely,” he breathed, barely.

Gemma took a little pride in the fact that she’d rendered this warrior of a man helpless beneath her, barely able to breathe as he looked up at her like she’d hung the moon.

“Ye look braw, too,” she said, finding a rhythm that she liked. Apparently, Colin liked it just as much as she did, for he grunted and panted.

She knew she would find her own pleasure soon. That tight feeling, like a coil in the pit of her stomach, intensified. It became tighter and tighter as she bounced up and down on his manhood.

Her own rhythm became choppy and irregular as the coil reached its utmost tightness. And then, all at once, it snapped. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, prickling her flesh and making her cry out. Colin praised her through it, but he was not quite finished, as his hips still bucked up into her. She was still sensitive, and each thrust had her tingling. Finally, with a roar, he found his own release, spilling himself inside her.

When they were both worn out, she collapsed on top of him, then rolled over to lie next to him.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes. They just breathed, their fingers interlaced with each other.

“That was brilliant,” Colin finally said.

Gemma giggled and turned to him, nuzzling her head against his arm.