Page 105 of My Highland Rogue
He was driving her mad, especially when he pulled her forward so that he could suck on her nipples.
A few moments later, he rolled to the side, placing her on her back. When he rose over her, she looked up at him, adrift in need.
“Gordon. My love.”
Every single one of his dreams was coming true. Just holding Jennifer had been something forbidden to him for the past several weeks. Now it was as if Fate, Providence, or even God was smiling down on them.
She epitomized everything he wanted: love,family, belonging, all those things that had been taken from him by an act of greed.
His fingers skimmed over her skin reverently. He wanted to know her everywhere, all those places that had been hidden from him. Those spots that he had dreamed about as a boy and fantasized over as a man. He placed his palm flat on her stomach, splaying his fingers.
He wanted everyone to know, just from looking in her eyes, that they belonged together. He wanted the world to understand that he was not complete without Jennifer, and that she felt the same about him.
He kissed the tip of her nose, smiling as he did so. He had flicked his finger at her nose once, and she had responded by balling up her fist and striking him on the chin.
They’d stared at each other in surprise, then began to laugh.
Now her lips curved in a smile as she looked up at him, then linked her fingers together behind his neck.
“This is what we should have done all those years ago.”
“Then I really would have been drummed out of Adaire Hall. Your reputation would have been shredded.”
“It would have been worth it, Gordon.”
He heard the solemnity in her voice and knew that she would have been willing to give herself to him, regardless of what might have happened. Yet he wouldn’t have done that to her.
He bent his head and kissed her, need thrumming through him.
She was his. No one else would ever be able to separate them. They would always be together.
Her mouth opened below his, her soft moan encouraging him to deepen the kiss. His hands speared through her hair, dislodging pins and tossing them to the floor.
He had never felt as he did right now, invincible, ready to face the world to protect her. He would do everything in his power to shield her from hurt or disappointment and create a perfect world for her.
He entered her slowly, giving her time to get used to him. Her quick intake of breath alerted him. He would have retreated had her hands not gripped his hips.
“No,” she said. “Don’t leave me. It doesn’t hurt.”
He stayed where he was for a moment, balanced on his forearms.
Her hands trailed up and down his sides, and then his back, as if she were trying to memorize him.
She didn’t speak, but the upward thrust of her hips was encouragement for him to move. He slowly withdrew, then entered her again. She sighed her approval.
“Jennifer.” Her name was an aphrodisiac. The soft stroke of her fingers where they joined pushed him even closer to completion.
He bent and kissed her again, lost in the maelstrom of sensation. Her breasts were so soft and round, tempting to kiss. He tongued one nipple, then another, doing it again when she loudly sighed.
He wanted her to remember this night for more than simply losing her virginity. He wanted to bring her pleasure, make her soar with him, make her scream her release.
He pulled back, out of her, and when she gripped his hips and would have demanded that he enter her again, he shook his head, bent and trailed a path from between her breasts down to her navel.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, trailed through his hair as he bent lower, licking his way.
He lifted her up to meet his mouth, hearing her indrawn gasp of surprise.
He took his time, slow and deliberate, teasing her. Her hands were now gripping his hair, her hips arching upward to meet his mouth.
