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She even moved her hips so that she rubbed her little arse against his erection. “Have you made up your mind about wanting me? Because now would be the time to push me away.”

“’Tis the last thing I’d do.” Connal put his mouth next to her ear. “And you ken every thought in my head, wench.”

“I do. You should know that I’ve never done half the things you imagine doing with me.” She took hold of his hands and brought them up to her chebs, using his palms to caress the full, soft mounds. “I think I’d like to try.”

“’Tis what I wish as well, so dinnae think,” he warned her. “Be certain ’tis me you want.”

Valerie had never been more excited in her life than she was in this moment. Every passionate carnal thought in Connal’s mind kept pouring into her, drugging her, seducing her. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body, and he wouldn’t skip any of even the most intimate places. He imagined her mouth on his body, too, and watching her as she kissed and licked and sucked him. As for the act itself, his need to come inside her and thrust hard and deep into every place she could accommodate him seemed so primitive and wholly male, suffused with his own needs but eager to satisfy hers.

Be certain ’tis me you want.

She understood why he’d said that, and thought of Dale, who had always been very tender and romantic in bed. He’d believed in treating a woman like a lady, and never asked anything of her but the most basic of love-making. Sex with her husband had been good, although she’d always had to restrain her own passions. As a lover Connal would be nothing like Dale, she suspected, slightly guilty for comparing the two men.

I want that. I want him to do all those things with me.

Slowly she turned around so that her naked body pressed against him. “I’m done thinking. I’m sure, Connal.”

Things suddenly went from slow to very fast. He pulled her off her feet, bringing her lips to his as he carried her over to the pallet. There he put her on her back, startling her a little as he came up over her at once, and pushed his trews down to free his long, thick penis. The rush of his thoughts became even hotter and chaotic.

“Put your legs round me,” he said, and when she did he reached between them, guiding the broad dome of his cockhead to her slick folds. “Dinnae close your eyes, mo bòidhchead. I cannae wait another moment, but I must see you. I must see the moment you take me.”

He couldn’t wait, and his urgency thrilled her.

Connal came into her with one hard, powerful thrust, pressing his cock into her pussy until she couldn’t take another inch of him. His hands came under her bottom, lifting her as he worked deeper, giving her his full length and filling her until she gasped and clutched his arms. A sound came out of him that seemed both comforting and ferocious, a wholly male sound of finally taking what he had wanted. For another moment she kept her mind opened to his, and found his thoughts so filled with lusty wanting that she shivered.

He went still, and something like panic spread through him as he recoiled from her, and something like a brick wall came up between her mind and his.

“No.” She wasn’t sure what had scared him, but she wouldn’t let him leave her, not when he wanted her as much as she needed him. “It doesn’t hurt me. I want you there.”

Connal looked uncertain now. “You’re no’ afraid?”

“I’m afraid of what I’ll do to you if you stop.” She tightened around him. “I want you. Everything you have for me, it’s mine. Give it to me.”

He groaned as he bent his head and kissed her, his mouth demanding and hot, and then he surged back into her. His weight and need pressed her thighs wider as he fucked her, his hips pumping against hers with fierce urgency. In his mind a wordless emotion spread that Valerie had never before understood; a masculine need to penetrate and claim and seed, and all the deep, soul-shaking pleasure it gave him to be inside her doing that.

For once Valerie allowed herself to do as she pleased, too, and ran her hands over his back and down to grip his buttocks. Bracing her heels against the ticking, she lifted her hips to meet his next thrust, helping him get deeper, shaking with the delight of being so completely pervaded and occupied. Her body gushed with so much wetness she soon drenched him, and he shook as another, deeper groan came from his chest.

“I’m yours tonight,” Valerie murmured against his ear, nipping the curve. As he buried his face against her neck she raked her fingernails over the back of his thighs, the pleasure billowing up inside her as if he’d released some part of her she hadn’t even known had been locked away. “Don’t keep anything back. Do anything you want. I want this. I want you.”

She meant every word. The simplest act of man and woman loving and pleasing each other immediately became something more. It took over Valerie as much as Connal did, turning her away from the calm and joyful memories from the past and shoving her into a new and completely unfamiliar version of herself. She couldn’t stop touching him, her hands almost frantic as he pumped into her, wanting to torment him and please him and leave her mark on him. The sounds he made, the wildness he brought out in her, and the smell of their bodies tangled together, wondrous and terrifying.

Where was Connal taking her? Valerie had only ever been with one man, so she had no compass, no map to where she was going. How could he enthrall her so completely that she didn’t care?

This is how it should be, and I never knew.

He said something, threading his fingers through her curls, and when she looked at him he thrust so deeply into her core that it instantly triggered a mind-blowing explosion of bliss. As her body heaved and she writhed he gave her one final, hard stroke and then shook over her as he jetted into her pussy, his cream warm and thick as it bathed her heated softness.

Valerie clung to him, so destroyed by the climax she thought she might black out. His arms came around her as he rolled onto his back, and that plastered her on top of him. She should say something, she thought, so wrung-out from the experience her whole body had gone limp. She’d move and say something tomorrow. Or next week.

Did I really say I was his for the whole night? She focused on her breathing, but the aftershocks kept distracting her. He was still deep inside her, his cock almost as hard as when he’d come into her. He won’t kill me. That will. Her lips curved. What a way to go.

’Twas too rough for her. I didnae think. Fack me for a brute.

His thoughts astonished her, and she managed to lift her head to meet his worried gaze. “It was not too rough for me. I don’t want you to think anything like that. You’re not a brute.”

Connal pressed his hand to her cheek. “’Tis been a long time for you. I didnae remember. As soon as I touched you, all the thought went out of my head.”

“I’d say it’s like riding a bike, but you don’t know what a bike is.” She sighed and rubbed her cheek against his hand. “Yes, it’s been almost a year and a half since I made love.” She didn’t want to talk about Dale, because if she did then it would be like having two men in bed with her, and the guilt would set in. “You can’t hurt me like this. Or, you can, but I know you won’t.”