Page 8 of Highland Secret
Collapsing against him with a gasp, she trembled with the force of sensation coursing through her.
Roderick took in a slow breath and exhaled for an eternity before gently setting her away from him.
Evelyn was unable to name the emotions surging through her. Awe, incredulity, power, emptiness, need, and uncertainty clamored for attention inside her desire muddled brain.
Unable to stand it any longer, she spun to face him.
Roderick stared at her with such intensity, such naked desire. He seemed larger now that she could plainly see the dramatic taper into lean hips, the ropes of his stomach muscles spilled all the way down to…
Oh my.She felt her throat work over an audible swallow.
Even that wasn’t dwarfed by the size of his corded thighs. Could it possibly fit?
Judging from the fierce look on his savagely handsome face, he intended to try. Roderick bent toward her, a dark intent in his gaze.
Chapter 7
The bed caught her when Evelyn’s knees refused to hold any longer.
Eyes glowing and jaw clenched, Roderick seemed to be waging an intense battle with his lungs. Dragging his gaze from her, he reached for her bootlaces.
Funny, she’d forgotten she still wore them. Considering how much they’d pained her over the course of the long night, it spoke to his powers of seduction.
He tugged one boot off, then the other, dropping them haphazardly onto the floor with athunk. Rough hands slid up either side of her coarse woolen stockings until they reached the twine corded tightly around her upper knee. Immense relief washed over her when he released the knots and the sensation turned to bliss when he tucked tender fingers inside and stripped them slowly off. His mouth returned to kiss each irritated indentation left by a long day of wearing them. She’d given just about anything to afford a proper ribbon to hold them in place.
His unexpected tenderness touched her as a direct dichotomy of his brutal visage and reputation. She’d half expected him to toss her skirt over her head and have a quick goat her. He couldn’t know how much his gentle seduction pleased her. She reached a tentative hand and captured a damp ebony lock as it trailed across the flesh of her thigh.
Silk.
He tracked her movement, hunger sharpening the harsh lines of his face. Joining her on the bed, his muscles bunched and rolled as he crawled up her legs bringing their faces flush.
Would he kiss her?
Evelyn warmed with anticipation and moistened her lips, drawing his notice. Instead of accepting her unspoken invitation, he brought a hand to the curve of her neck and plunged it into her hair until he lightly supported the back of her head. Easing himself farther forward, he pressed her down until she stared up at him, prone and completely covered by his sleek body.
Such a large hand tenderly cradling her head seemed a contradiction the possessive heat threatening to singe her from his regard.
Air hissed between his clenched teeth as her fingertips explored his ribs. She could feel the flex of his cock against her thigh. Emboldened, she drew her fingers up, discovering the hardness of his smooth chest and then his shoulders and arms. Beneath her questing hands, every taut muscle jumped and flexed.
His eyes demanded that she continue.
Tracing a more direct path, she traveled down his chest, past trembling stomach muscles, to the narrow curve of his hipbones. She hesitated, blushing to her hairline.
“Is this all right?” she whispered, feeling the warmth of her own breath with his face so close to hers.
Of course, Roderick didn’t answer her, but he parted his lips and hot, rapid bursts of air hit her skin in wordless demand.To punctuate, he arched his back slightly giving her hands more room to explore.
She didn’t expect the pure heat of his throbbing sex when she delicately wrapped it in her fingers. The outer skin was a silk glove around pure molten steel. She gently tested its mobility, squeezing as she slid one way and then the other.
His hand fisted, pulling lightly on her hair as he ground his jaws together. Again his hips surged, pushing his need farther into her hand as a harsh gasp tore from him.
A heady sensation washed over her as she realized that for all this dominant man’s dangerous command,shewielded the power. Desire spiked as a world of possibility unfurled before her. What else could she do to his body that would render him defenseless?
Catching her lower lip in her teeth, she explored the rimmed tip of his cock with her fingers. Finding a curious bead of moisture, she spread it around what skin it would cover.
His low growl warned her milliseconds before she found both of her wrists bound by an iron grip above her head. If his muscles corded any tighter, they would surely rip through his straining skin.
Would he kiss her now? She tilted her head to run her burning lips against his neck. His pulse jumped beneath her mouth, its rhythm strong and hard. She rubbed shy, lingering kisses across his jaw line. The stubble of his shadow beard abraded her sensitive skin.
