Page 52 of Highlander’s Burning Touch

Chapter Seventeen

Her silken touch was on his lips. And then, her face pressed against him, brushing him with friction. Suddenly, it was like a storm passing between the two of them.

He didn’t know when they started kissing. And he didn’t know who had started it. All Niven knew was that he had been thinking about it forever, and then, suddenly, it was happening. An exquisite sweetness ran through him. This was even better than he had imagined.

And Niven had done a lot of imagining.

For weeks, this was all he could think about; the sensation of her skin and the tenderness of her flesh. Every inch of him ached. He had waited so long for this.

“Niven,” she started. An intensity burned in her eyes. Deva pressed into him, her blue eyes falling open. She stared up, her gaze hypnotic. “Kiss me,” she said simply.

Niven didn’t need to ask twice. Now he had his arms wrapped around her, both of them tight as a snake. He had waited so long, he never wanted to let her go.

Her sensual touch was on his skin, leading him in. “Deva,” he said. He swept the hair from her eyes and smiled.

“What?” she asked, catching her breath. For a moment, she looked so worried that Niven almost laughed.

“Ye’re beautiful,” he said, after a moment’s hesitation. A hot jet of lust unleashed itself within him. Slowly, Niven brought his hand to her chest.

The flowing white of her arasaid outlined her gentle curves to perfection, and Niven slid his curious fingers inside; softly peeling at her layers.

Quickly, he loosened her fastenings and snuck his fingers down to the bodice beneath. There, his hand lingered awhile as he marveled at the smooth white of her skin.

“Braw,” he said, leaning down to kiss her bare flesh. Over the top of her bodice, her bosom heaved, just begging to be kissed. Niven leaned down, pressing his lips up against her cleavage, as Deva moaned for more.

“Really?” he asked, breathless with excitement. Then, a sly smile slid across his face. “Are ye sure ye want this?”

He pulled away, bringing his face out for a minute. Straightening down his expression, Niven fixed her with his best concerned look.

“Sure?” she asked, unsure. For a moment Niven wanted to laugh out loud. She looked so worried.

“Aye, sure ye can handle what I am goin’ tae do tae ye? I wouldnae blame ye if ye couldnae…” his eyes teased hers, with a flashing glance.

“What are ye going tae do tae me?” she asked in a small voice. Niven wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and dive right in. Desire burned up inside him, creating a mad passion that ran deep.

“Wait an’ find out, lass,” he said, sending his hands up and down her spine. He loved the feel it, smooth and sleek.

Deva gave a shiver and carried on kissing. Before she could get any further, he laid her back against the window seat, sending her hair all over. It flowed over her shoulders, brushing softly against his face.

Niven sighed, it felt like silk in his fingertips. A smell like summer rose from within her. It was honey and summer flowers, like opening a window on a sunny day. Niven buried his head in her body and dreamed.

Deva watched him, quizzically. “What are ye doing?” she asked, cocking her head to one side. A smile unfurled across her face.

“Just ye wait an’ see, lassie,” he said, teasingly. Then he ran his fingers down her spine, caressing her like a musical instrument. That was how he felt about her body, as if it were a precious instrument to be tuned and played right.

Slowly, he explored the taste of her flesh, sending little stabs of heat racing down below.

“Och,” Deva moaned, as he cajoled her. He loved the look of her there, helpless and unable to hide from pleasure.

“Time for them to come off,” Niven hissed, suddenly ripping through the laces of her stays. He had stared at them long enough, but now he was unable to resist the bountiful mounds of flesh which lay beneath.

“Niven,” Deva yelped, but he noticed she stayed put, without even the faintest attempt to stop him.

For a moment, Niven hesitated. Everything inside was urging him to leap in and gorge himself on her flesh. But he needed to be sure.

“Deva?” he asked, softly. He brought his fingers to her mouth, and softly stroked her lips down to her chin.

Caught off-guard, she looked up from her pose. “’Tis what?” she asked, alarmed.