Page 86 of A Virgin for the Icy Highlander
“Do ye ken how beautiful ye are?” he murmured.
Her cheeks warmed as she gave her head a small shake. “I am not beautiful. Maddie and Lilian—theyare beautiful. I am?—”
The teasing press of that hard flesh against her entrance cut off her protest.
“Ye’re the most beautiful lass there is,” he said. “And if ye dinnae believe it, I’ll have to show ye until ye do.”
She smiled shyly. “Please… show me.”
His kiss was slow and sensual, brimming with promise. It created an ebb and flow like the tide that whispered across the sand, not far from their bonfire. She melted into the brush and press of his lips, relishing every moment, not thinking of what came next, letting him decide.
She threaded her fingers through his hair as his kiss moved away from her lips, edging along her jaw and down the side of her neck, up the column of her throat, and back to her mouth for a moment. Taking his time, leaving no part of her untouched, his tongue tasted her skin.
He was torturously, deliciously slow in his descent, in the mapping of her body, in the worship of her, in the way his every touch and kiss awakened her. He lightly sucked on her nipple, and her back arched off the blanket.
The skim of his hand down the swell of her breast and the curve of her waist caused her to lift her hips. The heat of his lips and the tickle of his touch across her stomach made her breathing quicken.
He savored her like a fine whiskey, leaving no inch of skin without attention, showing her with each moment how beautiful she was, making her forget her shyness. Soon enough, she dismissed any worries that he might not like the sight of her, for it was obvious that he worshipped her.
With the first roll of his tongue against that bundle of nerves, she surrendered entirely.
“Yes, my love,” she moaned, her hips bucking. “Oh… oh, yes…”
He slid his arm beneath her thigh, holding her as his tongue sent her body into a frenzy of feeling. A rush of bliss swept through her, stealing her breath away in the most delicious way. Each taste, each stroke, was a thing of magic. Her entire being was entranced and enchanted by his talents, and she responded to his sorcery.
And when he eased his fingers inside her, she cried out her ecstasy into the winter night. Her moans rose above the crackle of the bonfire. Her gasps echoed the waves lapping at the shore.
She’d thought about moments like this for a week. Her daydreams had been laced with sadness when she thought that it would never happen again. There was no sadness now. Their reunion heightened her euphoria, making her feel like the luckiest woman in the world.
Before long, spurred on by his touch and his tongue, she was calling out his name, writhing on the blanket as her climax hit. It scorched through her, seizing control of her body. Her limbs trembled, her bosom heaved, her back arched up, and her head pounded with the power of it, feeling like the most wondrous dream.
And when the sensations receded, she collapsed back onto the blanket and gazed up at the stars, feeling as if she were among them; that he had transported her to a celestial realm where she was beautiful, adored, worshipped, and, most of all, free.
She smiled as he kissed his way back up to her mouth, paying the same intense attention to every part of her, still taking his time, refusing to rush, though he had all the nights ahead of him, and all the days too.
“About that tradition…” he murmured, before finding her mouth at last and kissing her deeply.
“The one you made up?”
He chuckled in the back of his throat. “Aye. Now, we can wait, if that’s what ye want. Or we can have our weddin’ night right here. It willnae change what’s already true—that ye’re me wife, that ye’ll always be me wife, and that I love ye.”
“You… love me?” she whispered breathlessly.
“Aye, love.”
She held his face, gazing into his eyes. “I love you, too.”
He smiled. “Ye do?”
“I do.” She kissed his lips. “I love you, and… after the past week, I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“There might be some pain,” he told her softly. “If ye need me to stop, tell me.”
She nodded. “I will.”
He gave the most radiant smile. His eyes twinkled in the glow of the bonfire. And as he kissed her fiercely, sliding one arm beneath her, holding her to him, she knew that she meant it: she loved this man, she trusted him, and she would do anything to stay right there, safe in his arms.
A gasp escaped her lips as she felt him. There was a sudden pressure at the entrance of her sex, but he didn’t rush to breach her. Instead, he tilted his hips, letting his hot, hard length glide through her slick folds, eliciting a fresh spark of excitement from her secret bud as he brushed against it. These movements created the most exquisite friction.
