Page 26 of The Lass Defied the Laird (Explosive Highlanders 1)

In a blink, he suspended her in his arms and her shoulder collided with solid, bare muscle, while he carried her to the enormous rumpled bed.

Bunched arms placed her on the fluffy mattress, he came over her, braced on his elbows, a giant wall of heat and sinew. Their eyes clashed, her insides melted and inflamed in one stuck breath.

“You will not leave here until you say yes.” The low hoarse growl weakened her further.

No time to retort, his expert mouth descended on hers, plundering tongue, bristle jaw, earthen scent.

She did not stand a chance.

A moan emerged in her throat when her arms banded him, her fingers had missed his sable hair, which they raked exhilarated now. Their tongues danced, duelled, fought for supremacy, lost and won. Gave and took.

Her body had landed on his bed, bunched gown, flexed knees, where she cradled him, throwing shame into a loch somewhere. To the deuce with it.

They glued inch by meshing inch, her greedy self arching to get even more of him. His massive hardness imprinted her soft middle through the tartan and she only craved what it could do to her.

Voracious, the kiss morphed in fully open-mouthed pillage, carnal, explicit. Insufficient.

One of his hands sneaked to toy with her breast over the fabric, gnawing her need to the point of deflagration.

He lifted his head, hair falling mussed over his brow, eyes charring her. “What do you say, Aileen?” Raspy and low, the sound messed with her already non-functioning brain.

“No.” She breathed, resistance fading into rags.

He did not utter a word. Broad, bare torso lowering, his hands caressed her defenceless thighs. Soon it was his st

ubble mouth trailing one of them from her knee, tingling the sensitive skin. It advanced like an army towards that place where she ached. She had no forces to protest.

A wave of shock hit her as he found her centre unerring. Her frame arched, lips moaning as he cast his spell in the most wicked manner. Her temperature soared to boiling pitch, ravenous for more. She clung to it, climbed it, heedless of the consequences.

Tongue playing with her hapless button condemned her to a furnace. Her hand bunched his hair in furious need. He martyrized the unsuspecting spot to breaking point.

His head lifted again, casting her to burning frustration. A curse fought to escape her lips, which she bit not to yell it at him.

“Say yes, Aileen.” His green attention found her implacable.

She had this impulse to catapult a mortal object at him for interrupting that delectation.

“No!” Damn him!

He grinned sardonic before his mouth rested ever so mild on her thigh, lowering slow, to the brink of agony.

Like a secret weapon, it returned to her centre as she nearly screamed with contentment. The savant moist piece unfolded, explored, savoured, sending ripples of sensation throughout her. Her skin flushed hot, something about to happen in between gasps.

Once more, the torturing troglodyte came up to face the woman. Her voice disappeared, too weak to protest, so she thrashed insanely. Head swivelling to both sides, shoulders twisting desperate, fists pounding the guiltless mattress. The whole body in helpless torment.

“Say yes, Aileen.” He repeated remorseless.

By then, yes or no meant the same nonsense. Mere words would not appease her.

“Yes.” To the devil with him!

He waited no longer. His diabolical lips ravened her flesh, firm, proficient. Inexorable.

A blasting avalanche bombarded her entire being in waves and more waves of quivering pleasure coupled with a groan she did not recognise as hers. He rode it until there was nothing left of her.

As he came up, he wrapped her in him, still exhibiting his tantalising state. She wanted to do the same to him. Wanted him to see stars in plain morning as she had just done. Right at that moment, she had no condition for anything, so she waited.

Long minutes passed before she could articulate clear thought again.

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