Page 122 of Bond of a Bewitched Highlander

"I wager you are the only person who would think that."

They both rose from the floor, and he pushed the sealskin down past his hips, down his legs and off. When he stood to his full height again, he realized he should've put the shirt on before he was completely naked. Hell, 'twas too late now.

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ELSEA TOOK IN BRODIE'S gorgeous naked form—all human. All honed warrior muscles. Saints! How had she forgotten how entrancing he was? Heat surged through her body, and her fingers itched to touch him. His eyes darkened more than usual when they met hers. Only the sealskin he held in his hand concealed his most intriguing male parts.

"Why are you looking at me like that, bonnie lass?" he murmured.

"Why do you think?" She moved closer to him, wanting to grab him and kiss him. Instead, she ran her hands up the muscles bulging in his arms and shoulders while meeting his wicked gaze.

How could she express how much he meant to her?

"I'm looking at you like this because... you are the air I breathe and.... I missed you every day." She forced the whisper past her tight throat.

His gaze softening, he dropped the sealskin and framed her face with his hands. Closing his eyes, he pressed his forehead to hers. After a long moment, he brushed his lips against hers.

Her heart wrenched. Was he forgiving her? Could it be possible? She loved him with her whole being, to the marrow of her bones, and to the depths of her soul. Could he feel it? How could she show him?

Hands encircling his neck, she threaded his hair between her fingers. He slowly deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers, his soul wrapping around hers. Heat and tingles enveloped her, and her heart thudded fast.

Sliding his hands to her waist, he tugged her tight against his granite chest, just as he used to do when they were betrothed. She'd fallen for him so profoundly, she'd never been able to rise again.

She grew dizzy when he urged her backward onto his soft bed, indulging her with mind-stealing kisses that tasted of whisky and fiery male.

With warm fingertips, he touched her face and smoothed her hair back, hands shaking. He kissed her with great patience and attention, the dark shadow of his stubble scraping over her chin. He kissed the spot with soft lips, soothing it, then lavished a trail down to her neck. He flicked his tongue at the base of her throat.

When he rose over her, she opened her eyes. The hearth fire lit half his stunning face, high cheekbones, and full lips. The yearning in his slight frown and midnight eyes mirrored her own. With unsteady hands, he drew her dress down, ripping a seam, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

"So beautiful." He drew one nipple into his hot, decadent mouth, sending need spearing through her, and cradled her other breast in his palm. Then, he devoured it in turn.

Gasping his name, she arched into him, offering all he wanted. Take more. Take all of me. She entwined his thick, silken hair around her fingers, drawing him closer.

His heated hand closing around her ankle and the hem of her gown, he pushed the material up past her knees. Tingles showered in the wake of his hand. He rasped his chin over her nipple then sat back on his heels. When she opened her eyes, his mysterious gaze delved deep into hers. He kissed her bent knee, drew her skirts higher, and smoothed his palms over her thighs.

Heavens, he couldn't mean.... She studied him for several moments. Had she deciphered his expression correctly?

She hesitated, but need weakened her resolve. When she parted her legs, her core felt like melting wax.

Dropping his gaze, he blew out a harsh breath. Urging her thighs apart more, he sank to his elbows. His hot breath arousing her even more, he licked her. She gasped and writhed, pushing against him.

"Aye, lass," he hissed, spreading her, suckling at an especially sensitive spot. "You taste like honey." He speared her with his tongue, tormenting her for several moments, his moans vibrating against her.

"Brodie," she breathed, undulating, shoving herself toward his mouth. The rush of pleasure crashed over her like a stormy ocean wave, stealing her breath, drowning her in ecstasy.

Her reasoning shattered.

He kissed the insides of her thighs while her body calmed and her breathing resumed, then his midnight gaze ensnared hers.

"I want you," she whispered.

"Are you certain?" He rose to his knees. The enthralling sight of his swollen, rock-hard shaft set flame to her desire again.

"Aye, of course."

He crawled over her, kissing her breasts again, suckling them in turn. She arched into him, thrusting her hips upward, seeking him.

Guiding himself, he stroked, then nudged inside her. The best sensation in the world. They groaned in unison.