Page 9 of Highland Secret
He drew back, shaking his head. A flicker of something like regret passed through his eyes before he blinked it away. He took a breath, allowing his free hand to roam the curve of her waist. His mouth lowered to pay her attention, but the moist exploration began at the hollow of her neck.
Distracted, she twisted beneath him, a slave to the fingers warming her skin, and then to his hot mouth branding it. Whenhe reached her breast he lingered there, taking her nipple into his mouth, causing her back to arch off the bed in helpless accord.
A strangled cry burst from her as his teeth lightly grazed the untried bud, causing the pressure in her abdomen and core to become a wild, unmanageable thing.
As if heeding her undeclared need, his hand languidly trailed the curve of her waist and the flare of her hip until it brushed against the downy nest between her legs.
“Oh!” She gasped, seized by sudden uncertainty.
What if she were too innocent to understand what he required of her? Would he be revolted by the abundant slick moisture he would find when he touched her? She knew nothing about pleasing a man, and he couldn’t verbally command her. What if he found her inadequate in some way? Did he expect her to do anything other than lie beneath him? Such insecurities threatened to choke her for a moment, and she found herself wishing he would press his mouth to hers. She felt the wordless comfort of a kiss would allay her fears.
Instead, a single fingertip traced the seam of her nether lips, and all coherent thought fled.
Her hips surged toward him of their own volition.
Triumph shone on his face as he raised a knee and worked it in between hers, gently forcing her legs to part. Running the same finger along the identical path, his low growl washed over her again as he encountered the pool of wetness. Her fears swiftly dissipated as his eyes rolled shut in apparent delight, and he drew his fingers one by one through the silky dampness.
Evelyn’s cheeks warmed in a furious blush. Still trapped by the strong hand capturing her wrists above her head, she lay helpless to do anything but let out a thin, shocked cry as his slick fingers brushed against the engorged flesh at the apex of her core. Foreign pleasure snaked through her like the lightningfrom a violent sea storm, and she bucked against the unfamiliar sensation.
A slow, sensual smile spreading across his chiseled face, Roderick traced soft, glossy circles around her clitoris stopping to dip his fingers and retrieve more of her nectar, which sprung from a never-ending well. His other hand released her and traced its way through her hair to her neck and shoulders, caressing down to cup and knead her breasts.
Once released, Evelyn wound her arms around his brawny neck and tried to draw his mouth to hers. She needed to be doing something other than lying in a puddle of mystified pleasure.
His eyes locked on her lips. A prolonged blink and the most insignificant pause of his fingers caused her concern before he ducked his head and dragged his warm lips against the sensitive skin of her neck.
Feeling oddly denied, Evelyn only had a moment to wonder before his hot tongue stroked the beaded tip of her nipple, and his fingers began a wondrous plucking rhythm against her tender flesh.
Her blood ebbed and flowed with the expert movements of his fingers as they harmonized with the strokes and swirls of his sinful tongue. Elusive building tension caused her limbs to writhe helplessly as it rapidly converged into her core before exploding outwards using her body’s intrinsic currents to course pleasure from the epicenter of his ministrations to the outermost recesses of her fingers and toes.
Crying out in astonishment, Evelyn was helpless to do anything but allow the spasms to break over her like the roll of the tides. Wave after wave of sensation carried her deeper and deeper into the fathomless emerald sea that stormed in Roderick’s expressive eyes.
When the pleasure became too much to bear, and his strokes burned the previously untouched nerves, Evelyn whimpered andtrembled, arching her hips away from the incessant pressure of his fingers.
Roderick seemed to understand instantly and his warm, magical hand left her.
Within the space of a few stolen moments, her tedious, dismal existence had been utterly altered. Enthralled, scandalized, and thoroughly pleasured, Evelyn watched as Roderick palmed himself with slick fingers and spread what little moisture he could on his thick shaft. His skin stretched tighter over high cheekbones, and his breath came in short rasps, heaving from his lungs as if he were carrying a heavy load.
Evelyn instinctively knew what he wanted, what he needed from her. Feeling shy, she widened her knees, spreading herself before him, offering her body for the taking.
The heat in his eyes threatened to consume her as he positioned the hot blunt head of his manhood at her aperture, moistening the tip as he settled his bulk atop her, creating a silken curtain with his dark hair. Their chests heaved together as they each silently struggled for breath.
As his hips nudged forward, he breached the opening of her body. At the first searing hint of pain, her muscles seized and bore down, clamping shut against his entry.
Evelyn winced and caught her lip between her teeth as she watched a fine sheen of sweat break out on his brow. Roderick trembled with visible effort now, yet he stroked her hair and whispered a tender ‘shhhh’between his teeth in an obvious attempt to relax her enough to grant him entry.
Oh God, what if he were too big to fit?
At a loss for what to do, she remained locked with him in a sexual battle for a few tense moments, him gaining a few inches before her offended muscles tensed against him.
Pulling back, worried questions wrinkled his brow, Roderick started to push up away from her.
“Wait,”she pleaded softly, grasping him in an attempt to stop his retreat, “I know I can do this.” Her voice trembled. Shame heated her face. “Would you…kiss me?”
From the hard, stunned look he gave her, she was certain of his denial and her heart seized. Cupping his clenched, unyielding jaw in her hand, Evelyn brushed a thumb across his full lips testing their texture and tracing their flawless contours. She whispered again, “Please?”
He blinked at her. That rough, foreign rumble emanated from his chest again as he seemed to seriously deliberate the appeal.
Was it such an arduous request? How she wished he could express his thoughts to her.
