Page 109 of The Highlander Is All That

Though she was shy to be completely bared before him, there was not another man on earth she trusted like him, so she allowed him to strip away her gown.

But then he stopped and stared at her for so long, she became self-conscious. When she tried to cover herself, he caught her wrists and opened her arms. “Och, nae, wee lass. I want to see you.”

She couldn’t hold back a shudder as he stared at her. He then gently caressed each part of her, reverently, lovingly. Her breasts, the tips of which throbbed magnificently, her belly, her hips.

He lowered his head and his lips followed the same path.

She was not an innocent, but she was hardly an experienced woman. She wished she knew better how to reciprocate, how to give him this kind of pleasure. But when she reached for him he shook his head. “Do no’.”

She put out a lip. “Why not?”

His laugh was harsh. “Because I am ready, Anne. More than ready. Let me ready you.”

It was probably childish to pout. “I’m ready.”

“Nae. You are no’.” He proceeded to show her just how much more prepared he could make her. It was a delicious delirium. His lips and fingers drew insanity upon her, making her whimper and weep, tremble and quake. Beg.

When he kissed his way over her belly to her most private parts and opened her with his thumbs, she sucked in a breath and quivered in anticipation.

He did not disappoint. His mouth was warm and questing. He nibbled and nipped, kissed and sucked, made her mad with wanting.

Amid this glory, he slipped a finger inside her and the gathering storm that had been hunting her broke, taking her, spinning her, tossing her hither and yon.

It was as though her body was not her own, but at the same time, the sensations racing through her made her feel more alive than she’d ever been. Her soul soared, her mind spun, and her flesh exulted in a bliss that was nearly beyond bearing. It was an incredible sensation. One she’d never felt before. One she never wanted to end.

But it did, though he brought her down slowly.

She was still twitching and groaning with pleasure when he eased up and offered her a haughty grin. “Now,” he said in a rough voice. “Now you are ready.”

Then, not breaking her gaze, he rose above her, spread her legs with his, and nudged at her entrance.

Chapter Twenty-One

God. She was slick. Slick and hot and ready for him.

As Ranald rubbed himself against her slit, his pulse pounded in his temple, his cock ached with need, his heart rejoiced.

She’d been so responsive. So open. So welcoming.

He’d loved making her lose control, his lovely, guarded Anne. He’d loved making her cry out and whimper and plead.

Now it was time to answer those pleas. He could only hope he could control himself, hold back his frenetic passion until he could bring her to climax again.

He had his doubts.

He’d waited far too long. He’d loved her for so long.

With a deep breath, he fisted his cock and guided it home.

A shudder took him. God, she was tight. Wet. Perfect.

He continued his advance until he was seated fully, then he froze, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did, there was a frown on her face. “What’s wrong?” she snapped.

“Ach. Nothing’s wrong, wee Anne.”

“Why did you stop?” Was she pouting?

“I wanted to make sure I’m no’ hurting you.”