Page 54 of Forever My Lass

The fiery passion he saw flare in her gaze made his heart leap only to plummet downward as he watched her turn toward the door and wrap her fingers around the doorknob. It dealt his insides a hard blow of disappointment, followed by another emotion he refused to acknowledge. An overwhelming need to plead with her to stay became an almost tangible blow to his gut.

It stunned him. He’d never begged for anything in his life. A knot formed in his throat at the realization. Alarm rose to the top levels of his brain when Madeline suddenly spun around to face him. Desire darkened her brown eyes, and his heart raced as she hesitated, then ran toward him. Desire exploded inside him to obliterate every rational thought he possessed as her lips touched his.

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The moment Madeline threw herself into Iain’s arms, she knew there was no going back. Her brain was no longer in control of her emotions as she became locked in an embrace that signaled he wouldn’t let her go until she surrendered to him completely. The man had no comprehension of how impossible it had been to resist him. He’d won her heart, and for this one singular moment in time, she didn’t want to refuse him.

Just for tonight she wanted to silently express her love for him. Tomorrow she would find a way to manage the devastating heartache her decision would bring her. All she wanted tonight was to create a precious memory of his touch to sustain her in the months and years to come when she was no longer in his arms.

A large hand brushed over her breast, and she trembled at the light caress. Her lips parted against his, and a second later, he gave way to her as she explored the inner heat of his mouth. The flavor of whiskey swept across her tongue, and she relished the smooth taste of it. It reflected his hard, unyielding strength, just as the steely muscles of his arms did.

Eager to explore that strength with her fingertips, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. Without breaking the wild, unrestrained passion of their kiss, he slipped one arm out of his coat, then tugged at his tie, as she pulled the jacket off him completely. As she fumbled with the buttons of his vest, he undid the ones at the top of his shirt. The back of his hand brushed against hers, and his quick movements indicated his own need for nothing to be between them, but hot skin on skin.

In seconds, his vest and then his shirt fell off him, giving her access to the scorching heat of his chest. She broke away from his fiery kiss to skim her lips downward over his skin to the top edge of his kilt. Without any urging, he removed his sporran, then pulled the plaid hugging his waist off of him. As much as she wanted to pleasure him with her mouth, she wanted him on top of her, thrusting into her over and over again.

Quickly removing her robe, she tossed it aside then pulled her nightgown upward. He helped tug the garment over her head, then suddenly stepped back to study her. The passion blazing in his gaze made her shudder with the need to have his arms wrapped around her again.

“Ye truly would tempt a pious man, mo bhòidhchead fuilt dorcha.”

The rough burr in his voice had strengthened to an even darker, throaty sound unlike all the other times he’d slipped from a cultured accent to his native one. Passion, desire, and raw need echoed in his words as his gaze roamed over every inch of her. It was as if his mouth was tasting her with invisible caresses, and she’d never experienced a sensation like it.

The moment he stepped forward and brushed his fingers across her hard nipples, she moaned softly. Her eyes fluttered closed in anticipation of his mouth suckling her sensitive flesh. Instead, his mouth kissed the skin below her breasts as his lips showered her skin with slow, fiery caresses. As his mouth teased her skin, her need for him strengthened.

Hard hands slid up along her legs as he knelt in front of her, and the moment his mouth reached her stomach, he roughly forced her to shift her stance until her legs were further apart. Startled, she looked down then gasped loudly as strong fingers parted her wet folds and his mouth found her sex. With her next breath, his teeth grazed the plump nub of flesh then nipped at it.

“Oh, my God.”

Everything around her faded from view as his tongue dove into her, flicking and swirling against muscles taut with pleasure. The rush of her orgasm rose inside her fast and hard. As if sensing her impending release, his mouth returned to the swollen flesh at the edge of her sex. Heat consumed her the instant his teeth gently bit at her flesh, while her legs wobbled beneath her.

A strong hand cupped her buttocks and pulled her forward until her legs were braced against powerful, muscular shoulders. Over and over again, his tongue teased and pleasured her until another orgasm swirled upward to force a cry of ecstasy past her lips. Trembling violently against him, she pressed her hands into his solid shoulders, while her senses erupted in one fiery sensation after another.

With one last nip of her with his teeth, he rose to tower over her. Hard, masculine fingers dug into the soft curves of her bottom, as he tugged her into his hard frame. The tip of his erection brushed against her sex, and she dragged in a deep breath. She stared up at him, her gaze taking in the raw male passion hardening his sharply angled features. God how she loved this man.

His head bent to nuzzle her shoulder, his mouth caressed her skin as if preparing to forge a path downward. Unwilling to let him tease her anymore, she pushed him away slightly until he lifted his head with a growl of protest. Facial muscles taut with desire, his eyes blazed with a fiery hunger that matched the flames rising up to consume her. Using what little strength she had left in her legs, she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Strong, muscular arms immediately cradled her buttocks, and a small smile touched his firm mouth. Hunger assaulted her senses as she stared up at him. She needed him desperately. Almost as desperately as she loved him. Tonight was all they would have, and she didn’t want to waste a single moment of it. One hand spiked through silky black hair as she pulled his head downward to kiss him.

Against the heat of his tongue, she tasted her essence as well as the whiskey flavor of him. The two mixed together in a powerful blend of passion, and she tightened her legs around him. The instant his cock jumped against her bare bottom, she retreated from their kiss to stare up into a gaze that was a firestorm of desire.

“If you don’t make love to me this minute, I’m going to walk out of here,” she whispered hoarsely.

It was a lie and they both knew it, but her words tugged a low, harsh growl out of him. He didn’t wait for her to repeat her demand. Instead, he quickly carried her to his bed. One knee pressed into the mattress, he laid her down, then followed her as she sank into the bed.

The dark passion on his rugged features made her heart skip a beat, and she shifted her body against his. This time the tip of him brushed against her sex, and her hands clutched at hard buttocks to pull him closer, while pushing herself forward.

“Iain, for the love of—”

Her plea was interrupted by intense pleasure as his body filled hers completely in one swift, unexpected thrust. Hard and thick inside her, her body rejoiced as one sensation after another rolled through her. In a silent plea, she pushed her hips up into his. He answered the unspoken demand with slow, deep strokes as his body claimed hers.

With each thrust of his powerful body into hers, he unknowingly tied her to him until she knew she could never let another man touch her. The life she would lead after tonight would be a lonely one, but it was a price she was willing to pay for this one night of exquisite pleasure.

Chapter 14

Iain groaned with pleasure as he buried himself in Madeline’s slick folds. She was every bit as hot and sweet as he’d imagined. When she’d removed her nightgown several moments ago, an invisible bolt of lightning had slashed through him.

Never in his life had he seen a woman so exquisite or tantalizing. His wife had possessed a lovely body, but he’d not lied when he’d said Madeline would be a pious man’s undoing. He wanted to mark every inch of her with his mouth. The thought of doing so excited him, but it was the hunger to taste the heat of her that had made him kneel at her feet.

Twice her body had yielded to his intimate kisses, and the tart bite of her against his tongue had made his cock ache for the heat his mouth had explored. When she’d jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, her threat of leaving had compelled him to carry her to his bed.