Page 64 of A Wife for the Highland Villain
“Ye must be jesting.”
“I never jest,” he said, then the smile dropped from his face.
His hands hovered near her body, close enough to make her shiver, yet never touching her.
Her voice broke. “Please. Just…”
“Please what, wife?” he purred.
She looked at him, the fire in her eyes enough to light him up. “Touch me.”
“Gladly,” he said, and at last his mouth found hers.
CHAPTER 20
The kiss was filledwith heat and hunger, and she found herself craving more with each passing second. His hands roamed over her body, and her skin heated under his touch.
Her body quivered, and a part of her burned at how much more of him she wanted, despite how weak she felt beneath him.
He paused and let his lips brush her ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Tell me, wife. May I take this dress off ye?”
Her answer was a nod that felt foolish and reckless.
He moved slowly, asking again before he pulled the garment up. His mouth grazed her neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone. Each one sent sparks across her skin and made her breath hitch.
She felt him press against her thigh, hard and urgent, and a gasp escaped her lips. The heat of his length burned even through histrousers, and she had no thought left, only the burning ache of wanting him.
She reached down without thinking, slipping her hand beneath the fabric that separated them, and found him warm and throbbing. His breath caught, and he groaned against her throat.
“Lily,” he rasped. His hand caught hers, gripping it hard. “If ye keep that up, I will lose it right here.”
Her lips parted. She wanted to laugh, but could not.
He kissed her again, deeper, his tongue pushing past her lips as though he could drink her whole. Then, he leaned down. His mouth lingered on her chest. He stayed there, worshipping her with lips and tongue until she could no longer breathe.
A voice in her head screamed that this was the worst idea she had ever had. She tried to say it. She opened her mouth, but the words would not come out. When at last she found her voice, she whispered, “We should stop.”
Alasdair leaned close, his breath warm against the space between her thighs. Her core throbbed, and her hands curled into fists. She resisted the urge to push his head closer.
He looked up, a smug grin playing on his lips. “Do ye truly want me to stop?”
She stared down at him. His eyes shone bright, his expression maddening. Her heart pounded in her chest, then a groan tore from her throat.
“Nay.”
She pushed his face back where she wanted him most.
He did not waste any more time. His mouth closed over her, then he slid his fingers into her, one at a time. He was slow at first, then he used two fingers at once, his pace matching the rhythm of his tongue.
She bucked against him, and his hand pressed firmly on her hip, holding her steady as he drove her higher. Her hand slid into his hair, and she gripped it tight, pulling him closer until she lost herself. She climaxed against his mouth with a cry, her body shaking.
He rose to his feet before her tremors had faded. His lips found hers again, wet and eager. She tasted herself on him, and the shock of it only heightened her frenzy.
Her hands, still shaking, slid down between them. She found his length again, hard and straining, and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly at first.
He groaned into her mouth, and his hand closed over hers, trying to steady her pace, but she ignored him. She stroked faster, driven by the madness still clinging to her skin.
He broke the kiss with a gasp as his head fell against her shoulder. His body shook as she drove him to the edge. Then, with a shudder, he climaxed, his seed hot in her hand.
