Page 104 of My Highland Rogue
He bent and kissed her mouth lightly. “I think it would probably be better than being pigeon-toed.”
“While you’re absolutely perfect.” Her hands slid down his back to grip his buttocks. “Even there.”
He grinned back at her.
“I have to admit that I think your breasts are magnificent.” He bent and kissed one, then the other. “You have very demanding nipples, however. See how they’re standing erect?”
“Demanding?”
He nodded. “Insisting on the touch of my lips and tongue.”
He matched the action to his words, causing her to moan.
“Even your feet are beautiful.”
“You’ve seen my feet before.”
“Then I wasn’t paying attention.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and drew him down to her. “You’re talking too much and not kissing enough.”
“You always were bossy,” he said.
Being with Gordon was the culmination of every dream she ever had, every thought, every occasion of wondering what loving him or making love might be like.
Her skin heated when he touched her, his fingertips stroking over her arms, legs, torso as if it was vitally necessary for him to learn everything about her.
She felt the same, exploring the whole of his magnificent body from his shoulders to his muscled legs. A moment later, she straddled him, bending down to kiss his chest.
“I saw you once, washing yourself at the river. I think it was the first time I realized how beautiful you were and how much I wanted you.”
“Men aren’t beautiful.”
“You are.”
“How old were you?”
How foolish of him to expect her to be able to speak, especially when his fingers were exploring her. He’d never touched her there before, but it was wondrous.
A moment later, she finally managed to say the words. “I think I was thirteen.”
“Very precocious, then.”
“Do you think so?”
“I do.”
He bent his legs, then pushed her gently back onto his thighs. Now she was even more at the mercy of his fingers.
“Gordon.”
“Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“I’m glad. It doesn’t feel like I’m hurting you. You seem to like it.”
She could only nod.
