Page 69 of A Healer for the Ruthless Highlander
And the dark-haired healer, as much as she tried to deny it,lovedit. So she meekly obeyed the Laird’s request.
“Go on,” she begged. “Please, Kenneth… daenae stop.”
And he sucked on her breasts with a sensual smile, the rhythm of his fingers picking up again.
“More… Faster, Kenneth, please…” Leana moaned.
In response, Kenneth picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of her.
His mouth trailed over her breasts, nipping them, be he moved up her neck, kissing her lips when he finally reached them and tangling his tongue with hers.
Leana felt his swollen length against her thigh. A fresh wave of desire shot through her as her hand sought to caress him over his clothing. A grunt left his lips, and he pumped his fingers inside her faster.
A cry tore from her throat. And suddenly, she felt herself approaching something.
Her body tensed, her skin tingled… until the purest pleasure erupted inside her. She cried out Kenneth’s name, like a plea and a release, as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.
Once again, Kenneth sought her lips, and she moaned his name between gasps.The intensity of the moment surged between them, a palpable energy that seemed to ripple through her very core.
His touch ignited a fire beneath her skin, each caress sending waves of electricity coursing through her. She felt her back arch instinctively, her breath catching as the sensation overwhelmed her, leaving her suspended in the charged air between them.
Her mouth moved lazily against Kenneth’s until her breathing slowed, and little by little she fell back down to earth, and also into the Laird’s arms.
Only then did he gently pull her hand away from his manhood. He kissed her knuckles as she looked up at him, full of doubt that he did not hesitate to dispel.
“If ye touch me like that, lass… I daenae think I can control meself. Besides, ye deserve more than that.”
“More than… More than what?” she asked, a moan trapped in her throat.
“More than bein’ deflowered in the pasture like a peasant,” Kenneth replied, still kissing her passionately, but also sweetly.
Leana took him in. He was beautiful and imposing, with his naked torso and dark hair falling over his shoulders. She watched the sunset rise over them both and felt the lullaby of the sea in the distance. And she realized that this was exactly what she wanted at that moment—to be able to give herself completely to Kenneth, body and soul, in the middle of that peaceful clearing, where only the two of them seemed to exist.
Still, something in Kenneth’s expression made her feel that he would not give in easily, so she slowly trailed her hand down his face as she looked at him longingly.
“Can I ask ye something?”
“Whatever ye want,” he replied, his eye flickering with an emotion she could not place.
“Can I… Can I take off yer eyepatch?” she asked shyly.
At first, Kenneth seemed hesitant, but after a moment, he nodded. “Aye. Ye can do with me as ye wish, lass.”
She smiled.
Carefully, slowly, her fingers pushed the eyepatch off his face, and the strip of leather fell to the grass. She watched him for a long moment, the question hanging on the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t want to ask it, afraid of the answer.
“Do ye miss yer old life?” Leana began slowly, nuzzling him.
“Ye mean me life as a pirate?” Kenneth asked.
She nodded.
Kenneth took a moment to consider his answer. “Nay. I love the sea, but I have a duty to me people and family,” he confessed.
Leana studied his face. “But if ye could, would ye want to return to the sea and the life of a pirate?”
“Nay. I can still come to the beach and relax when I need to, but that part of me life is over.”
