Page 69 of Married to a Highland Brute

“Why—” The feel of Jonan's lips on her neck cut her words short. She melted into his arms, and hegreedily drew her closer by her waist. He desired to feel her skin against his.

The sound of her soft moans gave himan erection that threatened to rip his pants open.

Her hands tightened around his shirt, as he kissed her neck,squeezing him against her. Jonan slipped a hand under her gown, sensing her hunger.

One of her hands reached out and grabbed his wrist. Hestepped back and looked at her flustered expression. Her eyes remained closed as she relived their shared experience until they finally opened. Her lips parted slightly without saying anything as she looked up at him.

He nodded, and she nodded in agreement.

Jonan moved his hand smoothly over her flat stomach to her warm breast and cupped it tenderly,filling his palmwith his desire to feel every part of her.

Jonan felt an odd sense of satisfaction as he held her,gently squeezing, as she moaned.

Jonan slid her gown down slowly, revealing her breasts to his mouth. She did not protest.

Hekissed a trail down her neck, then over her to her hard nipples, which were begging for more so heteased her by lightly pinching her nipple with his fingers.

Amelia arched her back and pressed her breasts against his face, enjoying the sensation of his touch. He closed his eyes and—

Knock, knock!And their eyes fluttered open.

“Good mornin’, milaird.” It wasCallan.

Jonan was torn between his duties and Amelia, whose body was pressed up against his.

“You must go. Your people need their Laird,” Amelia spoke first.

“I shall return later,” he promised before walking away.

She extended her hand to him, who squeezed it with promise.

I shall return to finish what we both have started.

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