Page 36 of The Highlander’s Kilted Affair

She gasped and gazed up at him. “As have I.”

Benedict nodded.

Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her once more. The guilt from earlier still lingered, but in that moment, he pushed it away. His heart won the battle over his mind, and all he wanted was her. His yearning for her had grown stronger than ever, from the moment they had shared in the library to now, and no longer able to fight against his desires, he ignored the thoughts of betrayal until they disappeared from his mind altogether.

Slowly pushing Evelyn back on the bed, his hand worked at the strings on her frock, while his mouth devoured her. Breathlessly, she kissed him back, her evident want of him parallel to his own desire. Sliding his hand into the material, he cupped her breast, finding the pert nub of her nipple. Evelyn gasped as he tenderly stroked it, his nimble fingers hardening it even more.

“I want ye more now than I’ve ever wanted anyone, Evelyn,” he growled against her lips. But she seemed too lost in what he was doing to be able to reply.

Moving his lips from hers, he trailed kisses down her throat. “Yer skin is so soft. I want me lips over every inch o’ ye. I want to taste ye, and show ye how I feel about ye.”

Reaching her bosom, he flicked his tongue over her pert nipple, and growled with delight at Evelyn’s gasps. Her fingers gripped his tunic as he continued, pushing him and pulling him as she writhed with pleasure.

While his tongue still teased her nipple, he reached down her legs and pulled her frock up over her knees. The skin of her thighs felt like silk beneath his fingers, and with the lightest touch, he caressed the inner part, all the way to her apex. Automatically, Evelyn opened her legs, granting him silent entry.

When he felt the soft moistness on his fingertips, his stomach flipped, his manhood hardened even more, and a low groan left the depths of his throat. “Oh, Evelyn,” he growled. “Ye’re so ready fer me.”

She whimpered as his fingers found the tiny nub, he knew would bring her so much pleasure, and slowly, he caressed it as she continued to writhe beneath him.

“Oh, God,” she panted, grabbing at his clothes and moving her hips in time with his rhythm. “Oh, God.”

“Oh, aye,” he growled, his tongue making circles around her nipple, before flicking it. Benedict moved his fingers faster, listening to her panting and whimpering above him. He could feel her body tensing, and knew she was so close. Soon, she would explode with a sensation she had never before experienced, and he reveled in the fact that it was he who was going to give it to her.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she panted.

She sucked in a deep breath, and for a second, he felt nothing, as though she were teetering on a precipice, waiting to fall. And then…

“Oh, me God,” she squealed.

Her body spasmed beneath his touch, and even though he was hard as a rock, Benedict was far more delighted that he had brought her to the peak of such ecstasy.