Page 62 of Her Highland Prophecy
He had much admired her arse since the first moment he met her in that barely-there gown. Since then, he had felt it tucked up against him on many occasions, and each time it had taken more and more of his willpower not to reveal his interest to her in an undeniable manner.
Lost in sensations he didn’t notice her moving at first. Her hand had moved down his back and she was pulling up his shirt. He leaned up when he took note, loosening the laces and helping her pull it over his head. She looked at him in awe, his ego kicking up another notch at her reaction.
She tentatively reached out a small hand and laid it over his sternum. She brought up her other hand and together they mapped out his chest. Her curious fingers touched him everywhere. He hitched a breath when they sought out his nipple, tweaking it carefully.
“Is this all right?” she asked, her verdant eyes almost glowing in the sunlight as she looked up at him.
“Aye, lass,” was all he could say. He remained still for a few moments to let her explore. His only movement was to stroke her gently from waist to hip.
When her soft caresses started to become bolder, her fingers venturing low on his abdomen, he knew that he needed to put a stop to things.
“If we dinnae stop now I dinna ken if I will be able to stop at all,” he warned her, even as her fingers started toying with the edge of his kilt.
Her eyes refocused on his.
“What if I don’t want to stop?” she challenged.
He smirked at her bravery, but he could see that she was nervous the way her hands trembled. He was almost certain that she was a maiden now.
“Tell me, Princess. Have ye done this before?”
“No,” she admitted. “I mean, I have been to a cuddle party before so I’m not completely naïve about what goes on, but—”
“A…cuddle party? What on earth?”
She blushed bright pink. It was interesting that this would make her feel ashamed when she had not even flinched at everything that had transpired between them up until that moment.
“It’s…well, that is to say, in my time…you know what, never mind. Let’s just say that I have seen and done a few more things than your average maiden of this era, shall we?”
“Och, ye have, have ye?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Her chin was sticking up with such a look of defiance that he chuckled.
“Ye dinna have to be brave for me, Princess.”
“I’m not,” she insisted. “I just…I want to be with you in that way, but—”
“But ye are not ready for it yet,” he finished. “It’s nay trouble. I understand that it is much different for the lassies the first time.”
She grimaced slightly and he pulled her close to him in a hug. Her hands wrapped around his bare torso, almost igniting his passion again, but he was well in control now.
“Do ye want to return to the Castle?” he asked after some time. She pulled back to look him in the face.
“Can we stay a little bit longer?” she asked. “I like it here. It’s so beautiful.”
“Anything for ye, me Sassenach Princess,” he said, surprising himself with the fact that he meant it.
He would do anything for this woman. She owned him body and soul and she did not seem to have any idea. It was a heady feeling to know that his life was at the whim of another. Anything she asked of him, he would do.
And yet, as she looked back at him, her green eyes bright and her blonde hair in disarray from his hands he knew that he wouldn’t want it any other way.
They stayed there for a few more hours, kissing with abandon one moment, talking about anything and everything the next. Their childhoods, the future, his hopes for the Clan. Nothing was out of bounds for their conversation.
Well, nothing except the note that he had found on his bed the morning after he got shot. He saw no reason to worry her about that, especially considering how limited their time together was.
“What’s wrong,” she asked, her hand reaching out and smoothing his brow.
