Page 77 of Highland Jewel
“Niall.” His name came out as a breathless whisper.
He raised his head and looked around them at the room. “No rolling on a hard floor here, my love.”
She smiled. He hadn’t forgotten their moment in his empty rooms in Edinburgh.
“I plan to strip off every piece of clothing you’re wearing. I want you lying naked on that bed, where I can see you, touch you, taste every inch of you.”
Her breath caught in her chest as he scooped her into his arms once again and carried her into the bedchamber. The windows had been shuttered and curtains drawn, and candles lit this room, as well. Maisie hardly noticed any of that, however. Her eyes were only on him as he set her down.
Standing beside the bed, she started to undress. Desire for him was building in her, and she felt a growing need not only to remove her own clothes but his too.
Fasteners caught. Garments wouldn’t slide off fast enough. Boots thudded to the floor in the distance.
“Niall, would you undo this button,” she asked, raising her neck.
“My pleasure. Done.”
“And these tiny fasteners?” She raised an arm, showing him a side seam.
“The blasted things are so small.”
She could hear a note of frustration in his voice, just before the sound of tearing reached her ear.
Maisie felt the determination in his touch as he unlaced her corset, and she bit her lip to hide her smile as layer after layer of clothing dropped to the ground. Hepulled the combs from her hair and her blond tresses tumbled down over her shoulders and back. He ran his fingers through the waves, and she felt him lift her locks to his lips.
She faced him. All she had left on was her shift, and he had a smoky look as his eyes swept over her.
Niall wore nothing now but his trousers. Her gaze caressed his body. His shoulders were broad, his chest chiseled with sandy hair sprinkled across it. His abdomen was hard and muscled. Her eyes moved uncontrollably downward to the bulge inside his fall.
She looked up at his face and pulled the ribbon at the top of her shift. His eyes were fixed on the open garment as he reached out and pulled it over her shoulder and down her arm, exposing one breast.
His gaze was one of longing as he looked back into her eyes. “I want you. I need you,” he whispered.
He took her into his arms and kissed her. Deeply and with a growing sense of urgency. Maisie was drawn into his embrace as the morning dew is drawn to the sun.
He pushed her gently onto the bed. And Maisie’s heart was beating so hard that she feared it might burst in her chest. Desire swelled within her.
“Come to me.” She pulled his hand, drawing him down next to her.
Suddenly, all restraint between them was gone. Their lips sampled. Their fingers explored. They touched everywhere in a frenzy. In no time, her shift and his trousers had disappeared, and they lay naked in each other’s arms.
Niall’s mouth left a trail of hot kisses from her neck to her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked and teased until she moaned and writhed.
His hand caressed her other breast, his fingers teasing the nipple into an erectness that drew his mouth to it.His tongue flicked at the hardness for a moment before tracing the soft fleshy curve beneath. His hand dropped lower over her stomach, and her legs opened to him of their own accord. His hand slipped in between and brushed against the folds of her desire.
Excitement rushed through her. Maisie’s back arched as his fingers slid over her wetness. She throbbed. She wanted more. Tension gathered and spread inward from his caress.
“Not without you,” she whispered, remembering the last time he’d showed her this exquisite release. “Not this time.”
She writhed beneath him and delved her fingers into his hair and brought his mouth to hers. She sampled his lips, tasted the curve of his throat and ran her fingers down the hard muscles of his chest and along his stomach. She moved lower until her hand curled around his erection. He moaned.
“Too soon.” He grabbed her hands and shifted, holding them stretched above her head in one of his.
Her body cried for release.
“Please, Niall. Take me.”
“First, I want to taste you.”
