Page 17 of Joanna's Highlander (Highland Protector 2)

Bowing his head, he bent forward, fully licked her clit, then softly blew on her already soaking wet parts while tickling his fingertips up and down the inside of her thighs.

With every upsweep of Grant’s touch between her legs, Joanna tensed and trembled, praying he’d run those fingers a little higher and sink them into her. Head back, eyes closed, she held on to his shoulders to keep from weaving off balance. A paper bag rattled. Then cellophane. Joanna smiled, unconsciously clenching her ass and rolling to the balls of her feet in anticipation.

Grant rested one hand on the small of her back and stood. “Keep yer eyes closed,” he whispered as he slid against her. Skin to hot, flushed skin.

Again, Joanna obeyed, her hands still resting on Grant’s shoulders.

Grant’s arm tightened around her waist; his hard, muscular thigh spread her legs farther apart. “Not a word either, love. Not until I say, aye?”

Joanna nodded, her clit about to explode with every prodding nudge of Grant’s engorged cock. She’d already fully slicked the condom with her juices as Grant took his erection in one hand and with slow, teasing strokes, rubbed it up and down her inner thighs and across her wet slit. Impatience. The ache for release quickly made her forget her promise. “Please…now…”

“I said not a word, ye ken?”

As soon as she nodded, he lifted her up, hugged her to his chest, and slipped his cock inside her. A groan escaped as she clenched him with her thighs and wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Not a word, lass. Hear me well, for I mean what I say.” Grant spoke in a low, rasping growl, squeezing her ass with both hands, his cock buried inside her. “If ye speak or cry out, I’ll bring ye to the brink a thousand times but ne’er let ye come.”

Joanna nuzzled the side of Grant’s throat, reveling in his salty-sweet taste. So many sensations. So many delights. She quickly nodded. Silence was a small price to pay for this long-denied first-class ride.

Holding Joanna tight, Grant lowered himself to sit on the window bench. He leaned back slightly and with a quick, startling move, stripped Joanna’s shirt away and did the same with her running bra. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass again and slightly lifted himself up from the bench with this pumping move, his cock thrust so deep, Joanna shuddered and trembled with another moan.

He trailed his hands up her sides and took hold of both her nipples, lightly twisting them between his fingers and thumbs. Sparks of deliciously enjoyable pain zipped out from Joanna’s tender buttons and radiated throughout her body. “Yer a stubborn lass and ye dinna listen well. Hush now and do as I say, m’love. I swear t’ye—I’ll make yer silence worth it.” He tweaked her nipples once more, then reverently cupped her breasts and squeezed. “Ye may answer me with words so that I know ye understand.”

“I understand,” Joanna panted, then shuddered with a greedy wiggle on his lap.

Grant kissed the tops of her breasts, cuddled them both against his cheeks, then returned his talented hands to their delicious task of squeezing her ass and working their massaging magic up and down her thighs. “Nay, lass. Ye must remain still as well.”

Holy shit. Quiet AND still?

“Open yer eyes and look at me, Joanna.”

Joanna forced her eyes open, biting her lip and tensing to keep from coming and melting into a quivering puddle of satisfied bliss.

“Ye must hold but a bit longer, m’love, aye?”

Joanna agreed with a strained bobbing of her head.

Grant smiled, then treated her to a chaste, caring kiss across the seam of her mouth. While nibbling his way down to suck her right nipple deep in his mouth, he slid a hand between their bodies and began a slow, tantalizing massage of Joanna’s clitoris.

Joanna dug her nails into Grant’s shoulders. He hadn’t made her swear she wouldn’t claw him up during this process. Let’s see if he could stay quiet while she did that.

After thoroughly sucking Joanna’s right nipple until she thought she’d surely have to violate the silent-and-no-movement agreement, Grant rocked back and arched his hips upward. “Ye may hang on to the bars and ride for a wee bit,mo ghaol tòidheach,my fiery love. But ye still must not come or cry out until I give ye leave.”

Bars. Ride. Quiet.Hell yes.Joanna leaned forward, grabbed hold of the sturdy iron bars that the delightful Miss Martha had installed in a fit of rage, and rocked hard and fast.Oh shit. Can’t do that. I’ll come for sure.She froze.

“If ye come, I’ll be sorely displeased with ye.”

Joanna vehemently shook her head. When she made a deal, she damn well kept it.

Grant smiled, pulled downward on her nipples at the same time, then kissed both her breasts. He slid his hands down to her ass, spread her cheeks, and thrust upward hard. “Aye, lass. We’re matched well, you and I,” he whispered. “Soon,” he promised. “I swear t’ye. My control canna take much more.”

Thank God for that!Joanna released the bars and spread her hands across Grant’s chest. This couldn’t be a mistake. Anything this good couldn’t be all bad. Right?Yes. Abso-fuckin-lutely right.She grinned at the wicked thought, leaned down, and branded Grant with a claiming kiss of her own. Then she seductively stretched, arched her back, and started rocking. Yeah…she was supposed to sit still, but this cock was made for motion.Damnation. Best ride in the park.

Suddenly, Grant stood, one arm under her ass to keep her well fitted down on his cock, the other arm around her shoulders. “Even though ye cheated a wee bit…” Grant slowly lowered her to the floor, then propped his hands on either side of her head. “ ’Tis time, lass,” he whispered, low and deadly. “I mean t’claim ye. Claim ye for m’verra own. Yer mine, lass. Mine alone.”

Claim. His. Hell. Yes.Joanna raked her fingernails down Grant’s sides and arched her back, struggling to pant out words into coherent sentences. “The bed. I can clear it. Yes? Easier on the knees.”

Grant took hold of Joanna’s wrists and pinned them to the floor over her head. “M’knees dinna cause me concern.” He leaned down, nuzzled the side of her face, then spoke in a tone strained and rasping with slipping control. “Now, love. ’Tis time. Forevermore yer mine.”

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