Page 33 of Kiss Me, Macrae

He was perfection. Ridiculously broad shoulders, lean hips, solid rippling muscle throughout.

Allegra was desperate to run her palms over his body—to feel his smooth, male strength beneath her hands, against her softness.

Instead, she tugged on her corset ties. After releasing them faster than she ever had before, she shed the stiff garment, sighing as her breasts were freed from confinement. They felt heavier than usual, the peaks sensitive to the brush of her chemise as it shifted over them with each breath.

She wondered if they looked as achy and hungry for touch as they felt since Macrae couldn’t seem to stop staring at them. His focus was ravenous and as soon as she imagined his mouth claiming her breasts as he’d claimed her lips, she couldn’t stop the soft moan that slid from her throat.

His focus flicked up to her face. Hot, hungry. Barely in control. “Ye’ll bring me tae my knees, lass.”

“Not yet,” she replied before adding a breathless command. “Your turn.”

He narrowed his gaze, but his hands went to the fastening of his trousers. Within moments, he had them shoved down his thick-muscled legs to the floor, then casually kicked aside. Standing in nothing but his cotton drawers, which rode low across his trim hips and did nothing to hide the full extent of his desire, he crossed his arms over his chest and gave a curt nod. “Finish it, lassie. I’m fairly close tae losing the last of my control.”

His voice was raw and deep. Its harsh texture sent thrills through her body, settling like liquid fire in her core.

One tug had her drawers falling to the floor. Grasping the hem of her chemise, she lifted it over her head before it joined the pile of clothing at her feet.

Naked, she lifted her chin and watched him as he swept his gaze over every inch of her bared body. From the slope of her shoulders, over the aching peaks of her breasts, across her trembling belly, and down the length of her legs.

His expression was tense and beautiful when he brought his gaze back to hers. “I can barely believe this isnae a dream,” he murmured thickly.

Allegra shivered from the tone of his voice. She looked into his eyes and felt a pull unlike anything she could have imagined. It was intrinsic and inevitable. It claimed her heart and soul and made her wonder how on earth she’d resisted it for so long. “Don’t make us wait any longer.”

He didn’t.

In a rush he was upon her, sweeping her up in his arms until they were pressed together from shoulder to toe. Heat. Strength. Maddening desire. His mouth took hers before she could even get her arms around him. His tongue plunged. His skin burned against hers as he lifted her off her feet and propelled them both onto the bed.

He came down heavily atop her—delicious weight and hard muscle. Her legs parted around his thick thigh as he pressed it high against her sex. The pressure was delicious and poignant, making her low belly swirl and dip.

She gasped when his mouth shifted to the side of her throat. His tongue flicked against her pulse before he drew her flesh against his teeth. He nipped roughly at her shoulder, pulling a deep moan from her throat. He paused to squeeze the curve of her hip before wrapping his fingers around the back of her thigh to hook her leg over his hip.

His deep growl of satisfaction made every muscle in her body tremble. She felt just the briefest pressure of his hardness against her sex before he slid his arm beneath the hollow of her waist—forcing her to arch—and shifted lower between her legs. She was about to express her disappointment when his warm breath bathed her nipple.

Lifting her head off the pillow, she saw him take her breast in a devouring kiss. His mouth closed over the peak, drawing it deep into his mouth, and his tongue swirled in a mind-stealing caress.

Allegra clutched his head in her hands, holding him to her as she arched beneath him, offering more of herself. Taking more from him. He was shameless in his hunger for her flesh and she was shameless in her enjoyment of it.

The soft, wiry texture of his beard brushed the swell of her breast as he turned his head to take the other one into his mouth. Instead of a deep suckling kiss, he teased the second peak with flicks of his tongue and a delicate scrape of his teeth.

His focus was intent as he watched her reactions, as though seeking evidence of what pleased her.

If she were capable of speaking, she would have told him everything pleased her. His weight, his heat, his smell. The attention he gave to her body and the look of utter adoration and possessive desire in his gaze.

She smoothed her hands over his broad back, then out to his shoulders, kneading his muscles with her fingers as his tongue continued to lay a trail of heat and moisture across her breasts. And then lower.

When he dipped his tongue into her navel, she gasped.

He nipped at the crease between her hip and thigh and she gave an involuntary roll of her pelvis.

And when he lifted her legs over his shoulders and cupped her buttocks in his hands, she tensed in delicious anticipation. Her breath stopped and her hands fisted into the bedsheets. Looking down the length of her bared body, she saw him poised above her aching sex. Green eyes glittering and beautiful, lips curved in a naughty grin. “No holding back, lassie,” he commanded in a roughened tone. “I want all yer fire. Just for me.”

Then he lowered his head and took her in a hot, open-mouthed, suckling kiss. His tongue laved and circled with lush, heavy strokes. His lips teased and tugged as his beard softly abraded her inner thighs.

Allegra lost connection to anything but the deep, soul-stirring pleasure he roused.

He softened her flesh with long licks and plunging thrusts of his tongue, making her pulse with the hollow need for a deeper possession. Then he closed his lips over the swollen bud at the apex in a tight, sucking kiss that had her lifting her hips off the bed. A breathless sound of desperation slid from her throat.

He murmured something low and soothing against her heated sex before he shifted his hold on her. As his tongue played over her aching bud, he slowly eased a finger into her slick channel.

---