Page 65 of The Highlander Who Loved Me

“Enough now,” he growled suddenly, pulling himself away.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. They were dark with pent-up desire, yet when they met hers, they softened. He smiled before reaching out and cupping the side of her face in his palm.

Restless, tingling sensations heated her skin, making her heart beat faster. That heat moved through her and the wanting surged.

“Dinnae be afraid to touch me,” she whispered. “I long to feel yer hands caress me.”

“I fear that I’ll lose control and hurt ye,” he confessed.

“I willnae break,” she insisted.

“Ye need to put yerself where I can easily reach ye.”

Davina frowned. “I’m right beside ye, James.”

He pulled her to his chest and kissed her, bending his head to meet her lips. His hand gently caressed her back, moved to her shoulder, and finally her breast. Her body tightened when his thumbs grazed her nipples. She clung to him, burning with the fever of rising passion. He pushed her nightgown off her shoulder and lowered his head.

The feel of his wet mouth on her sensitive nipples made her cry out with pleasure. She bit back another cry and arched against him, offering him more. His teeth roughly grazed the nipple. She cried out yet again, her hands reaching up to touch his hair, to hold him close.

Her body bowed beneath him, straining upward. She could feel his hand reaching between her legs. Her breath caught and held, but then slowly, shyly, she parted her thighs, allowing him an intimacy she believed she would never experience. She sighed with pleasure at his gentle touch, each caress leaving her eager for the next.

“Ye’re growing soft and damp fer me, my angel,” he murmured. “So sweet, so delicate.”

Overwhelming sensations jolted through her body as his fingers skillfully circled, teased, and stroked the sensitive pearl hidden within the folds of her womanhood. Her belly tightened and she twisted restlessly as an odd, anxious ache filled her. She needed somethingmore.

“James,” she pleaded.

“Aye, love, I know what ye need.”

He lowered his head and pulled her nipple into his mouth. Her whole body lifted, stiffened, then began to tremble. His magical hand moved faster, coaxing her. She could feel herself straining toward release. Her legs shook, her breathing grew deep and ragged.

She cried out, a long thin wail of joy and pleasure, riding the wave of unbearable sensations in a haze, her body convulsing mindlessly. It seemed as though her very soul was coming apart, but James was there to catch it, to hold it, to protect it.

As the final bliss claimed her, James growled deep in his throat and suddenly rolled her onto her back. He settled his hard, hot body on top of her, surrounding her with his strength.

Davina let out a soft cry. She could feel all his weight pressing her down against the mattress. Imprisoning her. Her mind clouded, her body rebelled. The edges of terror and memory joined and she panicked, unable to catch her breath as the fear clogged her throat.

“God’s bones, Davina, what’s wrong?”

“I cannae breathe,” she stammered.

“Damn it!”

He pulled his body off, but hovered in place above her, elbows braced on the side of her head. She stared into his face, fighting for calm, struggling to overcome her panic.

“Forgive me,” she murmured, wrapping her fingers around his forearms. She could feel the muscles tightly locked in place and it helped, knowing she would be able to pull herself away if she chose.

But I dinnae want to pull away.Tears gathered in her eyes. “I want this,” she insisted. “Please, dinnae leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he replied with a deep sigh, setting his forehead against hers.

They stayed that way for a minute or two and then he began brushing his nose across hers, back and forth, back and forth. It was a childish action, yet the odd caress eased her panic, helped her regain her trust in herself.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Shh, there’s more than one way to accomplish this deed, and I intend fer us both to enjoy finding out which works best.” He turned on his back and lifted her above him, reversing their positions. “Straddle my hips.”

Nay!It felt strange, unnatural to be positioned in such a way. But she quickly let go of her reservations and did as he commanded, leaning forward until she was lying flat atop him.

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