Page 48 of A Virgin for the Vicious Highlander
She expelled a shaky breath, her skin ablaze with the heat of her desire.
“Answer me,” he growled.
She shook her head, murmuring a soft, “Nay.”
His fingertips moved lower, closer to her entrance, giving her what she wanted. She had answered correctly, and this was her reward.
She pressed her palms harder against the wall for balance, though his arm around her waist made sure that she would not collapse if her knees buckled.
He stroked and strummed and circled, building up her pleasure. She gasped and whimpered and moaned in delight, closing her eyes and letting her other senses take over. And he seemed to be listening intently, noting what made her cry out in a certain way and repeating that motion more frequently.
A moment later, he eased her drawers over her hips, letting them fall to her midthighs.
Her eyes went wide, and she wondered if he had decided to cross something else off her list after all. Although this was not how she had imagined it, outside in the cold, unable to look into his eyes as he took her virtue.
“I wouldnae touch yer purity,” he said in a low, rumbling voice as if he had read her mind.
Still, her breath caught in her throat as she felt his solid, hot length gliding between her thighs. She braced herself against the wall, overcome with a need, a hunger, an all-consuming desire to feel him that nothing else would satisfy.
He dipped his head and sank his teeth into her shoulder as his manhood glided back and forth between her warm, slick folds, teasing her in a way she could never have imagined. Tormenting her in the most delicious, delirious fashion, as if he was deliberately pushing her to the point of maddening desire so that she would beg him to take her.
“Oh… Oh God… Oh…” she gasped as he paused his circling for a moment and pushed forward, his hot length brushing against her swollen bud and sending white-hot sparks through her.
He thrust again and again, slow and measured, until she could no longer bear the torture of it. It was as if her body knew what he should have been doing, that she should have been feeling his length stroking her walls instead, and was increasingly desperate to have that fulfilled.
He bit her shoulder harder and pulled back, withdrawing himself from between her thighs. But before she could even miss that sensation, his fingers were on her once more, easing through her slick folds. He slid his fingers into her silken cavern, pumping them slowly, while his thumb continued to strum her swollen bud the way she liked, pushing her toward her release bit by delicious bit.
Soon enough, that glorious wave struck her.
Her fingernails clawed at the wall, her neck arching back, every muscle seizing within her. That wave of euphoria shot through her veins, even more intense than before, and if it had not beenfor Murdoch’s arm around her, she did not doubt that she would have lost her balance entirely.
“Och, Murdoch… Aye, Murdoch… God… Murdoch!” she cried out, forgetting that they were outside, forgetting everything but her ecstasy.
He did not cease his strumming and pumping until her cries faded into ragged breaths, and she dropped her hands from the wall, sagging against him. He kissed her neck and held her for a moment, before turning her around in a dizzying spin once again and pressing her against the wall.
He kissed her harder while his hands sought the waistband of her drawers and pulled them back up. His deft fingers quickly fastened the ribbons while his lips never once broke the kiss.
With that done, he let her skirts fall back to the ground as if nothing had happened.
Cecilia kissed him in return, slower and more dazed than earlier, her hands smoothing over the hard muscles of his chest, relishing the opportunity to be able to touch him again.
He pulled back for a moment, his gray eyes shining. “When we go back inside, ye’ll remember whose name ye moaned just now.”
He kissed her again, and she could not help but smile against his mouth, eager to cling to this version of him for as long as she could before he inevitably sent her away.
Indeed, she might have held on and kissed him all night had it not been for the collective gasp that suddenly rippled through the air.
CHAPTER 21
“What are ye doin’out here, skulkin’ around like rats?” Murdoch snapped, glaring up at the two older women peering over the edge of the middle terrace.
His mother put her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “We ought to be askin’yethe same question!”
“This settles it!” Mairie hissed, huffing and puffing. “If I had doubts before, I dinnae anymore. Ye havecertainlyruined me niece! Ye cannae deny it this time, Laird Moore—I’ve just seen ye kiss her with me own eyes!”
Murdoch pulled Cecilia away from the wall and stepped in front of her as if that could somehow protect her. He had been foolish. He had let himself get carried away, losing all control and discipline because of the sorceress behind him, and now he was about to bear the consequences. She was right, he could not claim innocence this time.
“A kiss is nothin’,” he insisted. “I wouldnae be surprised if most of yer flock havenae kissed someone. There’s nay ruination, so dinnae start givin’ commands.”
