Page 83 of Captured By the Cruel Highlander
Her eyes ran over the scars on his arms as he removed his jacket and léine. His trews remained on, but he held his shirt out to her with a harsh need in his eyes that made her throat dry.
“Strip,” he commanded, “and put this on.”
Emily’s back was pressed against the wall as she panted before him, trying to regain her composure. She had never been so aroused by a single word before, and the way he stood still, waiting for her to obey him, filled her with all-consuming need.
With shaking hands, she untied the sash around her robe and slid it off her shoulders. Adam came up to her, holding out his other hand for it, and she handed it to him.
She hesitated, knowing that if she removed her nightgown, she would be completely naked in front of him.
“I told ye to take it off. I willnae ask again.”
His voice rippled across the space between them, enveloping her in a warm blanket of lust as she pulled the nightgown up and over her head, handing it to him and standing naked before him in the glow of the firelight.
His eyes roamed over her for a long time, the shirt held loosely in his hands as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
She thought that he would simply throw his shirt aside and pull her to him, but instead, he handed it to her with a slow smile, and she pulled it hurriedly over her head.
His hand came up, and he placed his finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up toward his.
“Will ye beg me now, wife?” he asked. “I would have ye plead with me like ye did before.”
“Never,” she said firmly, and he gave her an answering smile.
She let out a cry of alarm as he lifted her into his arms and lowered her in front of the fireplace. She stood before the flames, frowning at him.
He proceeded to remove his trews. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the evidence of his desire quite plainly. Her lips parted as she watched it bob, long and proud just like the man himself. She imagined taking hold of it, and desire shot through her.
He was unashamed, and he took his time running his eyes over her before he stepped back and sat in the chair, utterly naked. His eyebrows rose as he looked at her impatiently.
“Come here,” he said sternly, and Emily went. The bottom of his shirt brushed the tops of her thighs, and his eyes never left it. “Will ye let me touch ye, lass?” he asked.
Emily’s body was trembling now, and she sucked in a breath as his fingers ghosted over her thigh toward the hem of the shirt, not quite touching her skin.
“I will have ye ask for this,” he said, pulling her slowly toward him. “I will watch ye come apart for me, one plea at a time.”
His fingers skimmed over her inner thigh, and she could not help the moan that broke free.
“Beg me, lass.”
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?”
“Touch me,” she begged.
He pulled her forward, taking her mouth in a vicious kiss as she moaned against him.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, and he tasted her. His fingers moved up her inner thigh and touched her most intimate flesh, even as she was bent over him, her hands resting on his naked chest.
He pushed her back, and his fingers rubbed against her. She was standing before the fire, being pleasured by her husband, and it was a wonderful feeling. She was surprised at how eager she was for the night to progress.
His hand rested on her hips to keep her steady, and then his fingers began pushing forward and up into her body. She groaned as he kicked her legs further apart and then plunged inside her.
She let out a low cry as her hand came down to grip his wrist, holding herself against him, quivering with pleasure as he began to push his finger into her.
“Ye are beautiful like this, lass,” he said, sitting forward and looking up at her as he continued to make her come apart for him. “Just think how it’ll feel when I take ye.”
Emily’s head fell back as she bucked her hips again and again. Any shame she had felt was obliterated by pleasure as he kept his finger moving and slowly added a second one. She moved her legs further apart and felt him reach into her to the knuckle.
