Page 33 of Highlander's Secret Heiress
“Oh, I do,” he answered fervently. “Jeannie, you have no idea how much I want there to be another time like this.”
Then he paid her the same attention as he had before, lowering his mouth to suckle and nibble first the left, then the right breast as he toyed with the other one between his thumb and forefinger.
Alyth plunged her hands into his thick chestnut hair as she arched her body up to him. Lachlan moved his lips back to her mouth to kiss her again, then asked, “What would you like me to do now?”
“Whatever you like,” Alyth replied huskily. She was too far gone by now to refuse him anything.
Lachlan kissed his way down to the waistband of her breeches, which he unfastened before pushing them down over her knees and pulling them off altogether.
His eyes widened as he gazed down at her. “I knew you would be beautiful,” he murmured incredulously. “But nothing like this, Jeannie. You are a goddess.”
“Hardly,” she replied, with a mischievous grin. “But now it’s your turn, Lachlan. I want to see you too.”
It was true. Although they had already made love, Alyth had not had a chance to study him properly either—now she was beyond impatient.
Lachlan needed no second bidding. He knelt in front of her and ripped his clothes off as though they were burning him. When he was naked, Alyth stayed his frantic movements so that she could feast on the magnificent specimen of masculinity in front of her. She let out a soft sigh of appreciation.
Lachlan was everything she had expected and hoped for. He boasted broad shoulders and powerful arms, with a sculpted chest and stomach with a dusting of dark red hair. However, the piece of him that was between his bulging, muscular thighs was what fascinated her most. Alyth was not a connoisseur of such things, but she was sure that most men were not as well-endowed as this.
She watched as he bent down to kiss her sweetest spot, then she said, “Wait.”
Lachlan looked up, puzzled, but he gave a sigh of satisfaction as she took him in her mouth and began to suck him, while running the tip of her tongue down his length.
He moaned in delight, and when Alyth let him go, he gave a little grunt of protest, but she began to massage him with her hand, looking up into his face to see his reaction. Lachlanarched his head back, and she could see every muscle in his neck straining as he clenched his jaw to stop himself crying out with pleasure.
“Jeannie,” he said desperately. “Please stop. I cannot go on much longer—I need to be inside you!”
Alyth lay back on the straw, then opened her arms to him. She smiled wickedly. “Come then,” she invited. “I would hate to make you suffer.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he whispered.
This time, there were no preliminaries, no caresses, no kisses. Lachlan surged into her and Alyth cried out as she felt him fill her, reaching inside her as far as she could accommodate him. But it was not enough.
She felt, at that moment, as if she would never have enough of him, and as she raised her legs to wrap them around his waist, she wished there were more of her. She wanted him to reach every part of her, to become one with him because she loved him with every fibre of her being.
As he thrust harder and harder, faster and faster, Alyth dug her fingers into the flesh of his back and shoulders and met every stroke with an upward movement of her hips that matched his in a frantic, frenzied rhythm.
Every movement brought her closer to the glorious peak of ecstasy she had experienced before, till at last she reached it and screamed, “Lachlan!”
As the rapturous waves washed over her, she heard Lachlan give out a hoarse cry as he reached his own fulfilment, his body shuddering against hers.
He kissed her with a hunger she had never felt from him before, as if he wanted to devour her, before he drew away and laid his head on her shoulder. He looked almost stunned, she thought.
“I think if we do that again,” Lachlan said, with a dreamy smile, “I might die of bliss.”
Alyth laughed softly. “I doubt that’s likely,” she replied as she ran her hand over his shining hair.
It was one of the features she admired most about him—she loved to run her fingers over and through it while they were making love. It was yet another thing about him, she knew she was going to dearly miss.
“A penny for your thoughts,” he said, smiling. He raised himself on one elbow to look down at her, and Alyth laughed wickedly.
“I wish we could do that again,” she answered.
Lachlan was genuinely shocked. “My god! You are insatiable,” he cried. “You know that we poor men are not quite as strong as women. We take a while to recover.”
“I know!” Alyth giggled, then became serious.
She needed to get away, but before she could make another move, Lachlan put his arms around her and embraced her again. His hand moved around the back of her neck so that he could pull her towards him to kiss her again, but, suddenly, it stilled.
