Page 56 of The Devil in Plaid
She stood near the hearth but whirled to face him as he entered the room.
Their eyes locked.
“Fiona,” he blurted.
“Jamie,” she gasped, stepping forward.
Her skin was flushed. Her unbound black hair fell in waves over her shoulders, skimming her trim waist.
“Fiona,” he groaned, drawing even closer.
She reached for the ties at her shoulders and tugged. The fabric of her kirtle slipped down her sleek body and puddled at her feet. Her eyes smoldered, licking at his with flames of sweet desire.
“I want ye to make me yers,” she rasped, opening her arms to him.
He seized her, pulling her into a crushing embrace. His lips claimed hers, desperate, hungry. His hands explored her naked flesh. He caressed her soft curves, his hands coursing down her bare torso. Her skin was smooth and silky. He scooped her into his arms, his gaze devouring her round, luscious breasts. Nipples, pink and hard, made his mouth water. He licked his lips as he laid her on the bed. Climbing over her, his kiss started at her lips. Her mouth opened for his tongue. He stroked and teased, delighting in her gasps and how her tongue danced with his. Then he trailed his kiss down her neck.
She groaned. He savored the sound. Her skin tasted so good, so sweet. He moved lower, drawing one of her taut, rosy nipples into his mouth. She arched her back.
“Jamie,” she cried, her nails biting into his shoulders.
He gently squeezed her firm breast, palming her nipple while he continued to suckle her other peak. His lips, trailed over her tender flesh. He caressed the curve of her waist, smoothing his hand down the flare of her hips. As he journeyed lower, tasting, licking, caressing, his tongue found her navel. Her hands raked through his hair. He trailed kisses down her stomach. Then he eased his hand between her thighs. He lifted his head, meeting her gaze.
“Open for me,” he rasped. Her eyes were limpid slits of vulnerable desire. “Spread yer thighs.” She sucked in a sharp breath. Her hands flew to her face. She squeezed her thighs tight. But then her hands fell away.
“I must leap,” she cried out and opened her legs, revealing her body to his gaze. He touched her honeyed warmth, his fingers gently grazing her sensitive nub, stroking, touching. She bucked her hips. He slipped one finger inside her, stoking the flames of her desire, plunging deeper and deeper. She was so tight, so hot.
She gasped, her breaths quickened.
“Oh, Jamie,” she cried.
Fueled by her passionate response, he lowered his head between her thighs and breathed deep her rich scent.
“Nay, Jamie, ye mustn’t.”
“Oh, but I must,” he breathed.
For so long, he had wanted to taste her. He circled his tongue, teasing the very heat of her. She cried out. He trailed his lips and tongue over her hot skin. Savoring, her sweet warmth. He slid his hand under her round buttocks and lifted her hips, plunging his tongue deep inside her. He tasted, teased, swirling his tongue, making her moan and gasp. Her hands reached down, weaving her fingers through his hair. She moved against him, her breath quickening, her hips bucking. She writhed beneath his tongue.
“Jamie, please,” she cried, trembling, rising. “Oh, God! Oh, Jamie!” Reaching her climax, she shuddered again and again, her legs curling around him.
“Oh Jamie,” she sighed.
Never could Fiona have imagined such sensations.
Through half-closed lids, she watched him stand and remove his belt. His plaid dropped to the ground. Her eyes widened at the sight of his thick, hard length.
She sucked in a sharp breath as he climbed onto the bed. He advanced toward her on his knees, like a predator hunting his prey. But she was his willing victim.
She reached for him, wanting to feel his body, to touch and taste him in the same way he had her.
His lips found hers. He kissed her long and hard. Then he shifted over her, covering her body. She had never felt so protected and so vulnerable at the same time.
“Open yer legs for me again,” he rasped.
This time, she needed no convincing. Closing her eyes, she spread wide, straining for his touch. The ache within her body rekindled. She felt his hard shaft against her. Slowly, he eased inside her. She winced as he stretched her, easing deeper and deeper, and then he plunged into her body, breaking her maidenhead. She cried out as pain shot through her.
He held her close, his body taught and unmoving between her legs. Slowly, the pain faded. The tension in her body released.
