Page 84 of Captured By the Cruel Highlander
Her hand on his wrist guided him, and she began to push down against him wantonly.
Adam’s breathing was harsh and unsteady as he took himself in his hand and began to stroke, his eyes dark and desperate.
“Let me,” she begged.
He gently removed his hand from her body and sat back in his chair. Emily placed her hand on his heated flesh and stroked him as best she could.
His eyes closed as his hips rocked upward to meet her, and she could hardly bear the absence of his fingers inside her. She felt empty. How long until he touched her again?
“Take off the shirt,” he commanded.
She pulled his shirt over her head as his hands gripped her thighs, pulling her roughly forward so she had no choice but to straddle him, her knees oneither side of his thighs.
She returned her hand to his length and quickened her strokes even as he groaned beneath her.
His hands smoothed over her stomach and cupped her breasts, and he leaned forward and sucked each nipple into his mouth. She threw her head back as he gently bit her sensitive peaks, and her hips lowered involuntarily, brushing against the tip of his member as he gasped against her.
Pushing her hand aside, he ran his fingers over her inner thigh again, moving her back so she was leaning away from him as his fingers entered her body for a second time. His eyes were black with lust as they both watched his fingers disappear inside her over and over again.
“I want ye,” he bit out, his teeth bared as he fought against his intense desire. “I want ye more than I can say.”
She cried out as he curled his fingers inside her, her hips bucking against him as she almost reached her peak.
Their bodies were so close now that she could feel his hard length brushing against her at every thrust. It would take only a tiny movement to have him push inside her, and then they would be joined together forever.
He pulled her against him, his mouth finding her breast again as she knelt above him, his hand working her flesh until she was crying out with every thrust.
She felt her peak beginning even as he lapped at her skin, and then, with a scream of agonized pleasure, she climaxed. Adam made a contented sound beneath her as she clenched around his fingers, the wave of release washing over her like a flood.
She collapsed against him, her hips lowering to his thighs as he held her gently in his arms. He pulled free, holding her against his heated skin and stroking her back.
Emily could feel the evidence of his release between them, and she shuddered again at the memory of what she had hoped he would do. She wanted them to be together that way more than anything.
She pulled back with a lazy smile, opening her mouth to speak, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Both of them froze, and Adam snarled.
“We are busy!” he shouted.
“M’Laird, I am sorry, but it is urgent!”
Adam looked up at Emily, and the concern on his face was immediate. “Theo.”
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Without further discussion, they untangled from each other and dressed hastily. Emily awkwardly handed Adam his shirt, and they did not speak of it further.
As she dragged her nightgown and robe back on, Adam had to shake himself to gather his thoughts. He had been blissfully relaxed after that wonderful release, and having to think as a laird again was jarring.
He stalked to the door and wrenched it open to see Theo on the other side.
“I am sorry, M’Laird, but ye must come with me.”
Theo gestured down the corridor and wasted no time in leading the way.
Adam stared after him; his usually calm and collected man-at-arms looked shaken. He turned back to see Emily staring after Theo in confusion.
Before Adam could tell her to stay where she was safe, she was pushing past him and following Theo down the passage. Adam jogged after them to keep up.
