Page 53 of Seduction in a Kilt

Ivy was not sure afterwards exactly how things happened next because it all went so fast. But before she knew it, their lips collided, and their arms went around each other in a passionate embrace. The force of his kiss swept her away, her whole body alight now as she recognized the same passion in him.

She did not hesitate at all, allowing her tongue to tangle in a frantic, sensual dance of exploration with his. She gasped as he caught her lower lip between his teeth, gently teasing it before plundering her mouth once more, his arms tightening about her body, making it sing with excitement.

It felt right when, using his shoulders as support, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, glorying in the extraordinary sensation of having her naked sex pressed against his skin.

Liam laughed, the deep sound reverberating against her chest. It filled her with delight. “Och, Ivy, dinnae hold back now, eh?” he whispered just as his mouth closed on hers. She kissed him back with all the pent-up longing inside her, reveling in his touch as his hand traced her hips and behind, cupping it in his palms and squeezing it appreciatively.

Caught up in a daze of desire such as she had never experienced, Ivy entwined her arms around his neck and peppered him with passionate kisses on his lips, cheeks, neck, eyes, everywhere she could. “I cannae seem tae help mesel’, Liam,” she confessed breathlessly. “I’ve never felt this way before, but ye dae somethin’ tae me, and I ken I want ye more than anythin’.”

“I’ve wanted ye fer so long, but I dared nae give intae it, with things as they are,” he assured her, his voice hoarse and throaty.

“I dinnae care about that or anythin’ else, I only care about us, here, now. Can we nae just be together this once and forget all the rest?” she asked.

“Aye, we can,” he growled low in her ear, turning her sex molten. He carried her to the bed and laid her down, his kisses and caresses never faltering. Ivy gasped in passionate delight, arching her back as his mouth left her lips and began moving lower, trailing small, hot kisses down her throat, and lower still, down the exposed skin of her neck and throat.

With her breast already standing to attention, she raised her arms and wriggled out of her shift. “Aye, that can come off,” Liam growled, tearing it from her arms and flinging it heedlessly aside. He suddenly paused his kissing as her breasts tumbled free, and her naked body was revealed to him in its entirety.

The wolfish hunger in his eyes as they raked over every inch of her only fanned the fire burning inside Ivy. “Och, by the Wee Man, ye’re beautiful!” he murmured, making her gasp as he leaned over her and encompassed her breasts with his palms. The pleasure was so intense, she feared she might swoon. Nothing could have prepared her for the way he was making her feel.

“Liam,” she gasped, letting out small moans of helpless abandon as he rolled her soft globes in his warm, rough palms, squeezing the flesh and pinching her already excited nipples until she could hardly bear the exquisite sensations consuming her body.

A moist heat was gathering between her legs, and her sex was pulsing with a desperate need she instinctively knew only Liam could satisfy. His mouth and hands roved hungrily over every bit of her exposed flesh, kissing, nuzzling, sucking, and biting, teasing her in ways she had never dreamed of but now never wanted to end.

His hot mouth greedily devoured her while sending shivers of pleasure traveling the length of her body.

Ivy entwined her fingers in Liam’s long dark locks which fell softly on her skin, their light, tickling touch as sensuous and inflammatory as his questing hands and mouth and tongue. “When ye touch me, it feels so good!” she breathed, writhing helplessly beneath him.

Then, she felt his hand sliding downwards, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. When his fingertips brushed the soft, curling nest between her thighs, Ivy was seized by an urgent craving to open herself up completely to him, to have him know her most secret places, where none had been before him.

“Och, Liam,” she heard herself moaning as though from afar, opening her legs to him.

He lifted her up by her hips and placed her legs on his shoulders before feasting on her burning hot flesh. Utterly given over to his caresses, Ivy lay back, mewling in ecstasy as she felt his fingers parting her hidden folds and finding her already slick entrance. She stifled a scream when his thumb teased her sensitive bud in slow circles, feeling a rush of hot moisture from inside her.

“So wet fer me, Ivy,” he murmured, teasing her entrance with his finger. She cried out and stiffened for a moment when it stretched her open and slid inside her, delving into her up to the knuckle. The sensation of it moving inside her was so new and delicious, she soon found herself pushing against him for more. He seemed to sense her need and another finger entered her, then a third, stretching her sex wide open and filling her up, delving deeply inside her in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.

I cannae help mesel’, I want him never tae stop!

Liam’s smoldering eyes watched her intently as he played with her body, as if needing to see her every response. Then, to her amazement, his head descended between her thighs. She squealed as his hot, questing mouth plundered her sex, his lips closing around her little rosebud, his teeth nipping gently at it, his tongue flickering like lightening in and out of her alongside his fingers until she wanted to scream.

She moaned and thrashed as the exquisite torment went on, her fingers reflexively gripping his hair, until hot and powerful waves of intoxicating pleasure began rising up from her now molten center and swept over her body. Transfixed by the onslaught of pleasure he was showing her, she opened her legs wider and rubbed herself urgently against his hand.

“Och, Liam, please, dinnae stop,” she cried out softly, gripping his hair, matching every thrust of his fingers with her hips as he took her slowly, expertly, toward a peak of pleasure she could never have imagined existed.

“Ach, Liam, Liam!” she screamed his name as the intensity overwhelmed her, and the waves crashed down over her in a sudden, blissful, shuddering rush.

Liam lay down next to her on the bed and held her close, scattering small kisses over her face and neck. She curled into him, feeling strangely contented.

“I’ve never felt anythin’ like that before, Liam. I never kent I could, that it was possible. It was wonderful, incredible.”

“Mmm, it was, because ye’re delicious, Ivy,” he told her, his voice low in her ear.

“But… what about ye?” She struggled to find the right words. “I mean, we did nae go the whole way, did we? I’m still a maid.”

“Aye, bonny lass, and ’tis best that ye stay that way fer the moment. There’s

nae rush, and dinnae fash yersel’ about me. I’m doin’ just fine.” He took her chin gently in his hand and kissed her on the mouth tenderly.

It was when she was kissing him back that Ivy realized she was in love with him, madly, passionately, crazily in love with him. And she knew in her bones that she would never be truly happy unless she could be by his side for the rest of her life.