Page 23 of What a Highlander’s Got to Do

But then, did they really need one? They both knew what they’d come for and it wasn’t a chat.

Still, he held himself as stiff as a board, as though he were the virgin here.

She rejected the thought as soon as it surfaced. He wasn’t a virgin. How could he be? But he was something she appreciated.

A gentleman. He was waiting for her to make the first move.

As though she hadn’t been the one to suggest they strip.

Ah well. Noblesse oblige.

She made another first move.

She smiled at him.

The message was undeniable, but to make sure he got the point, she let her blanket slip . . . just a little.

His gaze locked on her bared breast. His lips parted and a sigh escaped.

“Isobel,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Am I?” she said coyly.

“You know you are.”

She tipped her head to the side and peered at his lap. “Let me see.”

“What!”

She put out a lip. “I’ve never seen one before.” And then she clarified, “Not on a man, at least.”

When he didn’t respond, she reached for him. “May I?”

He tossed off his blanket in a rush. “Yes. Please.”

Och. She liked hearing him beg.

Slowly, she ran her hand down his belly, following that dark line of hair. He sucked in a breath and made a noise like a whimper and then, when her questing fingers found him, he jerked.

She pulled back, chagrined. “Does it hurt?”

His laugh held a hint of desperation. “Only in the very best way.”

Well, she didn’t understand that in the least, but she was glad he didn’t mind her touching him, because she was fascinated. He didn’t complain when she peeled back his smalls, either, which was a good thing, because then she got to see him.

His cock was beautiful. Long and thick and hard. The long vein tracing its length throbbed intriguingly. She circled the tip with her finger, reveling in its softness.

She had no idea why he closed his eyes and moaned like a man in pain.

“Do you like this?” she asked.

He fisted his hands in the blanket and said something utterly unintelligible.

“Do women ever do to men what you did to me yesterday?” she asked.

It was an honest question. She truly wanted to know, maybe even taste him now, so his reaction was a complete surprise.

Before she knew what was happening, he had her on her back and had levered over her, holding her hands by her wrists.