Page 45 of Wicked Kilted Highlander

Lara melted against him with a sigh, her hands roaming his back and hips, pulling him down to nestle against the soft, warm cradle of her thighs.

Darragh broke the kiss, panting against Lara's lips. "Tell me ye want this. Tell me ye're sure."

"I want this," she said instantly. "I want ye, Darragh” Her hands slid down to cup his backside, urging him against her. "Now. Please."

With a groan, he took her mouth again in a searing kiss as his hands roamed her body, learning the shape of her, the feel of her silken skin under his rough palms.

Lara arched into his touch, her breath coming in soft, wanting moans. Her curious fingers danced down his chest and abdomen, finally closing around his rigid length. She smiled against his lips as she felt him react with a shudder and a low groan, learning how to give him pleasure.

"Lara," he gritted out, "ye'll be the death of me."

He pushed into her in one smooth thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt in her welcoming heat. They both cried out at the sensation, she startled at first by the brief piercing pain, then together, relishing in the the incredible intimacy of their joined bodies.

He started moving inside her, his mouth covering hers, his tongue plunging between her lips. They found their rhythm together, his movements slow and deliberate, stoking her pleasure and bringing her ever closer to the edge.

His mouth moved over her throat, suckling at her skin, his hands on her hips, guiding her movement. Then he stopped, teasing her and looking deep into her eyes.

Lara arched, clutching at his back. "Darragh, please. I need ye tae move."

He braced his weight on his forearms and kept staring down into her eyes, his own dark and dazed with passion. She fell into them when, with exquisite gentleness, he withdrew and then slid home again.

"Ach, there’s no need to hurry,” he whispered with a smile that made her insides turn to water but did nothing to assuage the way she burned for him.

Laying back, she rode the waves as Darragh set a slow, unhurried pace, savoring each gliding collision of their bodies, sending soft cries from her lips as her hips rose to meet his thrusts.

Lara wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Faster," she pleaded low in his ear. "I need more of ye."

His eyes fixed on hers, he gripped her hips and quickened his strokes, pounding into her softness. Waves of intense pleasure began moving up her body from her molten core as she bucked her hips to meet him, and she felt the tension building in him too, pulling him closer and raining kisses on him.

She bucked and cried out as the waves gathered into one and burst upon her like a tidal wave of intoxicating pleasure, sweeping her away as she felt his last rapid thrusts inside her as he, too, climaxed.

Afterwards, for long moments, they could only cling to each other, hearts hammering against ribs, quick breaths mingling. Seeing her eyes glistening with tears, Darragh’s face creased with worry.

"Did I hurt ye?" he asked, clearly dismayed. He started to pull away from her, but she tightened her arms, stopping him.

"Nae," she whispered. "You didnae hurt me." A radiant smile lit her face. "Ye've made me so happy, Darragh."

He touched his lips to hers, a soft, sweet kiss.

"Ye've made me happy too, mo ghrá. More than I ever dreamed was possible."

He settled his weight onto her again, and she welcomed him into her embrace. Darragh stroked her hair, silken strands sliding through his fingers, and pressed a kiss to her brow. Her heart was overflowing with love for him, and she felt utterly safe and contented. Lulled, her breathing soon slowed and deepened, and she drifted off to sleep in his arms.