Page 31 of How to Woo a Highlander

Did she even know where his room was? He considered it. Knowing Jane, she probably did. She could have asked Lain, or Lain might have mentioned it. It was not past him to do such a thing. After all, Lain had shown her around the castle. He went to the door and opened it. Sure enough, Jane stood there in the darkened hallway, wearing a white silk nightdress. It was just like her to come to find him before he had the chance to go to her when he was ready.

She slipped into the room before he could invite her in, and he could only sigh, not having the mental strength to give a sarcastic comment. With the light from his candle, she looked like a fairy, her white nightdress glowing and her hair falling over her shoulders.

He could feel his arousal building as she turned to face him after a quick perusal of his chambers. He became painfully aware that he was clad only in the cloth he’d carelessly tied around his waist.

“Why have ye come?” he asked her, although he had a vague idea. She most likely wanted answers, an explanation for why he’d been ignoring her.

“Why have I come?” she repeated the question incredulously. “You can talk now? You ignored me for two whole days, Alastair, two days! And then today you suddenly show up and make an outing with Lain unnecessarily awkward! Why did you come with us if you were going to do nothing but stare at me all day without saying a word?”

It was just as he thought. She had every right to be frustrated with him, he knew. He bit his lip, not quite knowing what to say. He had already decided that he would accept his feelings and tell her that he liked her, but he wanted to do it properly, to be romantic and make her feel special. Not like this.

“I’m sorry for ignorin’ ye,” he said, an apology being the best course of action. “I was a coward.”

She squinted at him, looking furious and placing her hands on her hips in disbelief.

“Is that all you have to say to me?” she asked. He wished he could give an answer. He was too distracted as her movements caused the soft silk dress to mold against her chest, outlining the shape of her breasts perfectly. He swallowed, struggling to keep his head.

“Why did you kiss me?” she asked, and he stared at the ground, not able to meet her eyes. She bent her head, trying to see his face.

“Do you like me?” she tried again. His mind raced as he thought of how to answer. He wanted to admit that he did, but what about his plans to prepare a grand date where he would then confess? He would have to show her with actions.

“Well, since you have nothing to say to me, I will just take my leave,” she said, spinning on her heel and angrily heading for the door.

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“Jane!” He pulled her arm and whipped her back to him. All of her anger dissipated as she fell against his bare chest. His body was even more glorious than it was the first time she’d seen it - now she was close enough to touch him. He lowered his head to hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, losing herself in his kiss. It was just as passionate as the first kiss, if not more so. His lips were full and smooth against her tongue, and he groaned into the kiss when she bit them.

Raising her in his arms, he carried her to the bed, only taking his lips from hers when she lay against the sheets. He hovered above her, his eyes roaming the length of her body as her curves pressed against her silk nightdress. She saw him shut his eyes as though struggling for control, and her belly tightened. Leaning up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to meet hers.

“Ye amaze me, Jane… every inch of ye is perfect,” he whispered against her lips. She shuddered as his lips found her ear, kissing their way down to suck on her neck. Writhing in pleasure, she ran her hand over the expanse of his bare back, moaning his name.

"May I touch ye?" he asked, his hand hovering over her body. She arched into him, nodding her head.

"Yes, Alastair, please," she said hoarsely, as need overcame her. She could not think of anything else. She did not want to think of anything else at that moment. She desperately craved his touch to chase away all reasonable thoughts from her head that would cause her to want him to stop.

His hand cupped her breast through her nightdress, and she arched into him again when his thumb brushed over her sensitive nipple, hardening it into a point almost immediately. She moaned, pressing herself against his palm as he continued his assault on her neck, causing heat to pool in her belly. Her face flushed with both pleasure and embarrassment. She felt him smile against her skin, and his breathy laughter tickled her ear.

“Did ye like that, Jane?” he asked, raising his head so that he was looking at her as she nodded. He teased her nipple again, dissatisfied with her response.

“Use yer words, Jane. Did ye like that?” She felt a strong pulse of arousal between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together, trying to calm herself but to no avail.

“Yes! I liked it!” she called out, needing him to relieve her as she felt the wetness between her legs. Alastair noticed her movement and glanced down at her clasped thighs. She saw a flare of lust in his eyes, and her arousal heightened when he gave her a devilish grin. Lowering his head, he took a nipple in his mouth through her dress, causing her to arch helplessly against him, weak to his ministrations.

His hand had slipped between her thighs as she writhed, and it came as a sudden and powerful shock when his fingers pressed against her wet bud. She jolted - his hand on her shoulder, the only thing keeping her from sitting up. He chuckled at her reaction, enjoying himself while her vision swam, and she lost all focus, drunk on her pleasure as his fingers rubbed against her bud, amongst her juices as he brought her body pleasure.

She felt herself begin to climb as wave after wave of pleasure overcame her. Her nails dug into his back as her hips began to move in time with his fingers. She was speaking but wasn’t sure what she was saying. All she knew was that Alastair must not stop.

She had just thought it, when suddenly he stopped, and her mounting pleasure wrested from her grasp. She could almost cry and looked at him with lost and empty eyes, confused, and wondering why he had stopped.

“Why?” she asked, tearfully as Alastair withdrew his hand and raised himself to look at her. He laughed heartily at her needy expression and brought his hand to his face. His fingers were wet with her juices, and embarrassment clouded her mind. To her shock, Alastair began to suck on his wet fingers.

It was shocking, but somehow it was also a pleasure - so sensual, and she could not help the cry that left her lips as a sudden wave of passion gripped her, causing her to throb for him. Alastair stared at her with raised brows.

“I cannae believe that ye are that excited when I havenae even begun touchin’ ye,” his ardor evident as he lowered his head between her legs.

Lost in pleasure, she could only laugh. He was right; she was surprised at the sensations he was awakening within her.

“Alastair, what are ye doin?” she exclaimed as he moved between her thighs, kissing her knees and gently prying her legs apart.