Page 374 of Wicked Highland Heroes

Before she could argue, he slid an arm around her and rolled onto her. Feeling the beckoning call of her heart against his, Iain closed his eyes and drank of the harmony between them. The song of her soul pulled him further inward, sinking him deeper and deeper into those misty depths. He wanted to bury himself in her, but the need to hear her soft sighs stayed him taking her, and he captured a nipple between his teeth.

“So soft,” he breathed. “Like silk.”

Iain slid a hand downward and sucked in breath when his palm came in contact with her bare thigh. He cupped his palm around the triangle of curls that surrounded her femininity, and her breath quickened when he probed the sensitive place there, finding moisture. With the knowledge that she wanted him came a new hunger, and the realization enflamed him until thought became impossible.

“Christ, love, you are ready for me even now.”

He slid his hands across her body in heated anticipation, purposely leaving her no time to consider anything but the feel of his body moving against hers. A moan came from deep within her, and Iain lifted his lips from her mouth.

“Aye, sweet, make as much noise as you like.” Her eyes widened, and Iain chuckled. “No need to be bashful, ’tis music to my ears.”

She wriggled, clearly torn between embarrassment and burgeoning desire. With more quiet laughter, Iain slanted his head over hers and continued his caresses. When she moved impatiently beneath him, he trailed hot kisses along her body, finally reaching her stomach. Tangling her hand in his hair, she gave him a tug. Iain smiled against her.

“Patience, love, I always finish what I start.”

His mouth covered the intimate part of her and she bolted upright. “Sweet God in heaven. N-nay, my lord.” She pushed at him. “You must not.”

Without interruption, Iain shoved her onto her back. He thought it ingenious when she tried to gain purchase with her feet and slide away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her legs and trapped her feet beneath his weight. Once again, he brushed her lightly with his tongue. She rocked against him in another obvious attempt to dislodge him, and Iain considered bringing her pleasure to a hard and quick conclusion. The dawning realization that she had no idea what was in store for her opened the door to such interesting possibilities that he paused to look at her.

“Are you ready for a kiss, lass?” He winked. “It is time you learn what a proper kiss is.”

Iain took her fully into his mouth. He teased, tugging and caressing with his tongue, drawing out her pleasure. Her squirming took on the form of a slight rocking of her hips and, at last, she breathed a plea. She gave a low cry, and her body stiffened, then arched in a full climax. When her back relaxed onto the bed, Iain slid up the length of her, his body taut with a fierce anticipation that brought him inside her with a single thrust. Moist heat surrounded him, and the plan to savor her was undone. He caught her bottom with splayed fingers and plunged deep, again and again.

“Sweet, you feel so good, I vow, I can never have enough of you.”

Her hands slid down the length of his back until the gentle pressure against his buttocks nearly sent him over the edge into oblivion. “Aye, love,” he groaned. “Do not stop.”

“Dear God, I never—” she whispered.

“Neither did I, love, neither did I.”

In the end, his own shout of triumph was no less glorious than hers.