Page 154 of The Highlander's Christmas Bride

She blinked. The notion of being the object of Logan’s amorous attentions for anentirenight sounded . . . wonderful.

“Carry on, sir.”

His soft chuckle vibrated against her skin.

He slowly made his way upward, kissing and licking as he drew the gown up to her shoulders. When he reached her breasts, he stayed for long minutes, gently sucking on her until her nipples were a bright pink, stiff and aching against his tongue.

Then he did something especially wicked with that tongue, and she moaned and arched her back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

Logan raised his head, his eyes gleaming with laughter. “You’ll make me bald, love.”

“Sorry.” She gasped for breath. “But if you keep that up, I mightnotmake it through the rest of the night.” Donella was beginning to wonder if one could actually die from ecstasy.

“That would indeed be a shocking turn of events.”

He eased the garment over her head, and finally she lay naked before him, the bed linens bunched low around her hips. For long, intent moments, Logan studied her body.

Anxiety threaded its tendrils through her sensual daze. “Is everything all right?”

His blue eyes appeared dark as pitch in the dim, flickering firelight. “More right than I can explain, lass.”

Logan swooped down and took her lips, his kiss so ravenous it made her dizzy. He pleasured her mouth the way he’d pleasured her body only moments ago. She clung to him, kissing him back with an abandon she’d never thought possible. He’d opened a gate within, and all the love, all the longing for somethingmorethat she’d repressed for so long came spilling out.

When he pulled back, she blinked open her eyelids, trying to focus through the haze of emotion and sensuality. Like her, he was breathing hard, and a faint sheen of perspiration glistened like polished bronze on his skin.

“Iamgoing to kiss ye from head to toe, lassie,” he rumbled. “So if ye have any objections, now’s the time to say it.”

She had to clear her throat before answering with an imitation of his brogue. “Nae, I canna think of a one.”

His almost feral grin suggested he might eat her right up. And as he made a sensual tour of her body, he rather did. Logan feasted on her, his lips, tongue, and even his teeth driving her into a quiet frenzy.

When he reached that delicate place between her thighs, he slowed even more, his mouth nudging through the silky nest of hair while his fingers gently opened her. Donella slapped a hand over her lips to muffle a cry, arching up as an astounding, delicious sensation rippled out from her womb.

“Och, that’s my beauty,” he growled.

When he started to shift down, she grabbed his shoulders. He glanced up and their gazes locked.

“Now, please,” she whispered.

“Sure, lass?” he whispered back.

“Entirely sure.”

His eyes warmed with tenderness, and he kissed the tops of her thighs before gently spreading her legs wide. Then he moved between them, covering her with his body. He was huge and muscled and somewhat intimidating—but he was hers, and she was about to become his.

She couldn’t wait.

Logan took his time, sliding the broad head of his erection back and forth against her delicate sex. All the while, he lavished her mouth with languid kisses. Donella wrapped herself around him, tilting her hips to increase the luxurious pressure.

It was so different from that first and only time, a foolish and awkward encounter in a musty old barn. She’d wanted to tell Logan about it, to confess the secret that had weighed on her for years. Her pent-up anger and defiance, and the feeling that she’d never be worthy of love, had fueled that long-ago night.

But he was proving her wrong. Held in his loving embrace, her shameful secret now belonged to a distant past that no longer even seemed real.Thiswas real, what she had with Logan. He made her feel different, as if what they shared was a sacred act.

Let the past stay in the past, where it can do no more harm.

He drew back so he could see her face. “Ready, love?”

The growl made every muscle in her body tremble in response. Donella drew her legs up and wrapped them around his backside, opening herself to him even more. Logan’s eyes flared with surprise, then burned with a scorching heat.

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