Page 52 of The Highlander’s Unexpected Wife

Liquid heat flowed through her. The taut muscles of his back rippled beneath her fingertips. She held tightly to him as he rocked his hard length against her belly. He braced above her, locked his gaze with hers, and trailed a finger between her breasts, then lower along her abdomen, then even lower, causing a quiver in her belly.

“Oh.” She sucked in a sharp breath.

He cupped her mons, and his finger played at the entrance to her channel. She closed her eyes, unsure about the wetness and aching need of her body.

“Nae, Alison, do not close your eyes.”

She opened her eyes as he slid a finger inside her. Alison gasped. His soft chuckle sent a wave of embarrassment through her. She squirmed when he inserted a second finger, then gently thrust his fingers in and out of her passage.

Her heart raced. An unknown force within her began to build. Cameron continued to tease his fingers in and out of her as he closed his mouth over her breast. Hot, wet strokes of his tongue against the hardened tip pushed her over the edge of euphoric bliss. Convulsions rocked her hips into his hand. She cried out.

Cool air flowed over her as Cameron rose from the bed. Her pulse skipped a beat when he unbuttoned the falls of his breeches. He shimmied the waistband past his hips and stepped out of the breeches. Alison couldn’t tear her gaze from his thick shaft. As if he understood her fears, he paused, giving her time to take in his masculine form.

He sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you afraid?”

“A little.” She glanced away.

“You need not fear me.” He kissed her gently.

When he lowered himself onto her, a sense of security wrapped around her—though the hardened shaft that lay heavy on her belly made her want to rub herself against him. With one knee, he eased her legs apart. He reached back and pulled her legs up until her knees were bent and thighs widened. Braced on outstretched arms, he kissed her mouth and rocked into her. The thrust of his shaft against her belly sent quivers through her.

***

Cameron closed his eyes and summoned restraint. She was so small beneath him, fragile, yet strong. Innocent, yet wanting to submit to her passion. Warmth from her body seeped into his. Sweat trickled along his spine as he fought the urge to drive himself into her. Reaching between their bodies, he gripped his shaft at the base and fit the tip to her channel.

“Oh my,” she breathed.

Cameron bit back a chuckle. No virgin wanted to hear a man laugh while he bedded her. Instead, he slid kisses along her jaw as he squeezed his cock and gently inched deeper. Wet heat surrounded the crown as he pressed deeper.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he murmured against her ear, then pressed more kisses along her neck.

Alison banded her legs around his waist. The movement forced him deeper. Her fingers gripped his shoulders. Cameron gritted his teeth, then thrust hilt deep. She cried out. Then, like molten lava, her body relaxed. He paused, kissed her cheek…and tasted tears.

“Forgive me.” He kissed her closed eyes as he slowly pulled back, then slowly filled her again. “Am I still hurting you?”

“Nae.” She tightened her legs. “Only fullness.”

“I promise, pleasure will follow.” He would make sure of it.

He thrust a little harder. Then faster. Pleasure rippled from his cock through his body. She arched against him. Cameron lowered his head and caught one of her nipples in his mouth. The taste of salt on her skin sent a message straight to his cock. He willed his climax back. Her fingers dug into his back. When her hips began to rock in rhythm with his thrusts, Cameron angled his hips so that the edge of his cock rubbed her sex. Her breathy exhales seeped into his consciousness.

She moaned and her back arched when she cried out. He reentered her and thrust deep. Her channel tightened around him as he gave into his release. Then he stilled. Alison wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him fully onto her.

After several long moments, their breathing slowed, and the crackle of the fire was the only sound in the room. Cameron rolled to his side and pulled her tight against his chest.

“I am tired.” She curled into him.

He kissed the top of her head. “Rest.”

She yawned and closed her eyes. “Just for a little while.”

Cameron stared at the ceiling, listening to her even breathing and thinking about Sallie, Eva, Capri, and Phoebe. Even though he had confidence in their abilities to handle most situations, the men they dealt with were dangerous, and once they discovered Alison missing, they would become desperate.

***

A hard knock caused Alison to bolt upright in bed. She blinked twice before realizing she was safe in her chambers at Welbourne. Chill air from the room prickled gooseflesh across her arms and breasts. She glanced down and saw she was naked. Naked? Memories of last night flooded her. Cameron’s body on top of hers. His hard length inside her. His mouth… Lord help her, his mouth.

The knocking persisted. Alison gasped. She couldn’t be caught naked. She threw back the covers and jumped to her feet, scanning the floor. She spotted her dress, chemise and petticoat on the floor and raced to them. The tub was gone. When had Cameron removed the tub? Her cheeks burned with the memory of him rolling onto her when the first fingers of dawn had begun to seep through the curtains. What time was it now? She pulled the chemise over her head and glanced at the mantle clock. Eight thirty.