Page 58 of Rescued By the Highland Warrior
She breathed heavily as his kiss deepened and his hands travelled to her hips as he walked her backward, up against the wall.
The tenderness between them had turned into something wild and untamed. Moira could barely catch her breath. She didn’t want to do anything aside from being touched by him—she couldn’t bear to think about anything else.
Moira pulled Roderick closer, her back pressed against the cool stone of the study walls. Her mouth opened as her tongue intertwined with his, and she moaned as Roderick ripped open her dress.
There was no need to talk. Her longing was too urgent, the moment too delicate.
Moira's pulse quickened, her breath shallow and fast as she felt the cool air hit her exposed skin. His lips left hers for just a moment, tracing a fiery path down her neck as she tugged at the hem of his shirt, her fingers shaking with desire.
Roderick’s mouth found the curve of her shoulder, biting lightly, then soothing the ache with the warmth of his breath. His hands moved further, exploring the curves of her hips and thighs, pushing her closer to the wall.
As his tongue continued to play with hers, she felt him through his trews—his hardness pressing with insatiable motion against her inner thigh. Moira arched into him instinctively, desperate for more. Her fingers fumbled at his waistband, but Roderick caught her wrist in his hand, his eyes sharp, before kissing it and dropping it down to her side.
She obeyed.
With one swift motion, he tore away the last of the dress, his lips once again capturing hers, deepening the kiss as he pulled down the rest of her garments.
Roderick bent to his knees, and before Moira could speak, her knees buckled, and her breath grew short as his tongue circled around her nub.
She brought her hands to his head, steadying herself, as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body trembling beneath the sensation of his tongue.
“Roderick, I–” she moaned, but words did not follow. As he continued to lick, the motions steady, she felt herself unfold. Moira spread her arms against the wall, her head tipped back as she bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying out.
In an instant, the sensation became too much, her knees nearly buckling as her orgasm shattered through her.
Although her moan was light, not much louder than a whisper, Roderick was seemingly spurred on.
With urgency, he took Moira in his arms, spun her around and bent her over—so that her wet opening laid bare for him.
He pulled down his trews and Moira let out another soft but urgent moan as he slowly slid the length of his member inside her. She bit down on her lip, so hard she thought it might bleed– and she steadied herself against the stone surface.
Roderick’s hands gripped her hips with the kind of possessiveness that made her heart race, his steady rhythm pushing her to the edge once more. Moira’s breath came in shallow gasps, and the low groan that released from Roderick’s lips sent her body into another uncontrollable spiral.
She let out one last sound, her lips parted, and her eyes shut tight as her climax exploded. Roderick strengthened his grip around her thighs and pressed himself inside her—this time slow and prolonged as he filled her with his seed.
They stayed there, connected—their heavy breaths filling the silence as Moira leaned her head onto the wall . She wished that she could have stayed there longer, but Roderick slowly removed himself from her—and walked around the room to gather his clothes.
“Stay,” Roderick finally said. “Even after yer mission is complete, stay.”
Reality had settled in once again, and the aftermath of Moira’s ecstasy was replaced with a deep well of sadness. “Roderick, I cannae dae that,” she said, getting herself up as she covered her chest with her arms. “Ye ken well that when the Triad calls me back, I will have tae go.”
“But there’s always another way,” Roderick said. “Ye dinnae have the desire tae try?”
“Nay,” Moira said quietly. “That’s just nae how it is.”
“But Moira,” he said, coming toward her. “I have power, I’m a laird, there’s things that I can dae.”
Roderick looked at her expectantly as his hands found her arms. His touch jolted her slightly, lulled her into a sense of comfort that she immediately shook off.
“Roderick,” she said, sadness pooling inside her as she looked to the side. “There’s naething ye can dae. I have tae go back an’ that’s all there is tae it.”
“If that is the case,” he said, the harshness of his tone cutting through her as he took a step back. “Then ye can leave now. I dinnae wish ye tae stay.”
She looked up at him, pained. “I can only leave when the coin’s favor has been fulfilled. An’ we have nae yet solved this case.”
“Be honest. Is that the only reason ye’re stayin’?”
“Aye,” she said. “It is.”
