Page 70 of A Dangerous Highland Affair

It certainly had never happened to her before now. When other girls had told tales of melting with their sweethearts, she had thought them weak and feeble. Well, maybe they were, but if they were, then so was she right now.

Because as Teasag sat there, trembling and waiting for Neacal to reciprocate, she could see only too well how easy it would be to turn to jelly beneath his warm touch.

Inside, Teasag experienced sensations that she didn’t even know were possible, simultaneously hot and burning, slow and sweet.

Deep inside her, she hugged the delicious ache which ran through her. Never mind her words, Teasag’s entire body was poised, ready for the next encounter with Neacal’s hand.

And he did not disappoint. Neacal’s hand extended down, beneath her clothes, and fastened upon her heaving bosom.

Just the very contact with his hand was enough to make her gasp. Yes.

This was everything she had thought it would be, and more. Inside, Teasag palpated to a secret rhythm which only existed between the two of them. Slowly, Neacal brought his hand around her waist, cupping her breasts within them.

“Bonny lass,” he murmured, leaning in deep and kissing the nape of her neck. Then, he lowered his lips down and kissed a perfect line from her chest to her belly, stopping at the tip of her hips.

Although she was still fully clothed, it felt to Teasag as if she were completely naked. It was all she could do to keep from yelling out loud. The sensation his curious touch unleashed within her was too much. Inside, a blast of pleasure ripped through her, sweeping all over, from the tip of her pinkened nipples to the depths of her soul.

“Ye like that?” asked Neacal, a quizzical look on his beautiful face. In the intense light, his face was cast deliciously in tones of gold. Teasag suddenly forgot herself, rubbing herself up close against the sheen of his skin and luxuriating in his feel.

All she could think of was pressing him against the oak tree and rubbing her body all over him.

Suddenly, Teasag didn’t give a fig what time of day it was, where they were, or even whether she could be seen. All she wanted was him, and she didn’t care who knew it.

She could feel the heat of his body, seeping into hers and making it impossible to pull away. Neacal’s touch teased her, sending a tide right through her.

“Mmm,” murmured Teasag, completely unable to speak. Neacal grinned and continued caressing her bosom with a rhythmic circular motion.

“I’ve nae had any complaints yet,” he whispered, now teasing her intensely with his wicked fingers. Teasag’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lay back and allowed herself to be carried off in a wave of pleasure.

Inside, it felt as if she was sinking into desire, a powerful pull coming from deep within her, calling out his name. She knew right then that she had to have him, and at that moment in time, didn’t really care too much who knew it.

“Neacal,” she begged. Inside, she was conflicted. Her head was yelling her to stop, but her body and soul screamed for it to continue. And not only carry on, but to go harder, faster, and more.

Softly, he brought his lips towards her, showering her with kisses. Teasag moaned as she sank in deeply to his all-pervading scent.

The taste of him was in her mouth, running through her veins. Neacal grinned wickedly before pressing his mouth to her chest.

It didn’t take long for him to unlace her stays, which were flung open like windows on a fine day. Then, urgently, he pressed his face down into her, savoring the sensation of her skin.

“Neacal,” she protested meekly. But it was almost drowned out by the ecstasy careering between her legs.

Teasag was alight, spontaneously about to burst into flame. All it was going to take was just one more touch from his talented fingers, and she would erupt.

Neacal looked at her temptingly, a strange smile wrapping around his lips.

She loved that grin, the crazy and unexpected way it just appeared on his face. And right then, it was beginning to do things to her.

For a moment, she had thought that he was going to stop, but instead, he slid his fingers down through her petticoats, deep into the heart of her.

“Shall I?” the question hung on his lips, and the mad smile in his eyes told her that yes, he must.

She didn’t say that, though. Instead, she just sighed, allowing him to glide inside her and send the most insane wave of sweetness all the way through her.

From the look in his eyes, she could see that it was driving Neacal crazy too. Her eyes followed his rippling torso, which shone through his flimsy léine, and down to his sporran.

Although she could not see beyond it, she knew he just ached to be inside her, and right then, could think of nothing that she wanted more.

But that nagging voice in her head asserted itself.