Page 64 of The Highlander Who Loved Me

Her questing hand roved down the soft wool of his brais, smoothing up and down his legs, feeling the muscles in his thighs and calves. She tugged impatiently at the knot keeping the garment tied to his waist, nearly crowing with triumph when it opened. James let out a breathy moan of laughter as she pulled off the brais, leaving him naked.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted. His penis was bold and hard, jutting proudly skyward. Fascinated, she moved herself closer to his warmth, exploring the contours of his body with frenzied hands, marveling with each new discovery.

Strange, but the more she caressed him, the greater her own excitement grew. She could feel her breasts swelling, her nipples hardening. Her mind tripped wildly with all manner of wicked thoughts. She wanted to feel everything, taste everything.

Did she dare?

Aye! Wildly, she pressed her lips to his inner thigh, just below the triangle of hair that circled his manhood.

His hips jerked upward. Delighted by his reaction, she did it again, this time using her tongue. His hips rose higher, followed by a low moan.

“Does that please ye?” she whispered.

A laugh burst out of his throat that quickly turned to a groan. “Ye’re killing me, lass.”

“What should I do?”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath. “Anything ye’d like.”

“Can I . . . can I caress ye with my tongue?”

“Aye.” His voice was strangled.

She nuzzled him with her nose, curious to see if the gooseflesh covering the flat, muscled plane of his stomach would travel farther. It did. She pulled her head back and held herself motionless, inches from his manhood. Fascinated, she watched his penis thicken and grow larger.

“Are ye doing that deliberately?” she asked.

“What?”

“Making it stand up.”

“It has a will of its own,” he croaked.

She moistened her lips. “I want to tame the beast,” she declared. Her heart racing, Davina did the unthinkable—she placed her lips over the glistening tip and pulled the head of his penis into her mouth.

James’s hips shot off the bed as if he had been poked by a hot iron. Contact broken, Davina sat back on her knees. She stared at his back, pondering what could have gone wrong. He seemed to be enjoying her ministrations and then . . .

She could hear him blowing out several deep breaths. He turned back to her and she tried not to let her disappointment show. Yet he must have sensed it. He reached out and slowly traced the outline of her plump lips.

“Ye have the most beautiful mouth,” he murmured huskily.

“I want to try it again.”

Davina wasn’t sure who was more shocked by those words—she or James.

“Ye’ll hear no complaints from me,” he said hoarsely.

She snuggled close and put her head in the hollow of his shoulder. He slowly eased back until they were both lying on the bed. She waited a moment, then slid down his chest.

This time she didn’t hesitate, stroking and swirling her tongue down the length of one side of his cock, then up the other. He groaned and rocked against her and she took him completely inside her mouth, circling, licking, sucking.

His hands threaded through her hair, clenching tightly with each languid stroke. It was an incredible feeling, knowing that she had the power to bring him such complete pleasure. ’Twas also a tremendous relief, knowing that she could make love to him despite the self-conscious inhibition she had suffered from for so many years.

She tilted her head to observe his reaction. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flushed, his expression was one of pure pleasure. His teeth were biting his lower lip as he tried to contain his groans.

Davina felt a giddy flush of power stain her cheeks. It was so much more difficult than she thought—and yet it was also so simple. If she just allowed it to happen, it took no effort to be pulled into the whirlwind of desire they were creating.

The memories she feared so greatly slowly dimmed. She inhaled deeply, letting the musky, male scent of him flow through her.

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