Page 52 of Beyond Dreams

She splayed her hands over his shoulders and back, reveling in the taut, velvet heat of flesh beneath her fingers. She wanted to purr and claw at him, but only dug her short nails into him instead.

She whimpered when he came back to her, when he kissed her now with little tenderness but with a neediness that she understood all too well.

Duncan hiked up her chemise and rode a hand up from her thigh, along her hip and further, between them. He cupped her breast, squeezing almost roughly until he softened his hold, his touch as light as a feather. The rough pads of his fingers skimmed over her sensitive flesh, while he brushed his thumb over her puckered nipple.

“Yes,” she moaned, a wildness surging inside her, arching her back against his hand. She returned his demanding kiss, demonstrating her wholehearted approval. His touch was magic, was everything to her right now.

Holly was soft and pliant in his arms, so eager to be his, so ready to know him in this way, this man she’d just met forty hours ago, her husband, who thought she was his wife.

Chapter Fifteen

Duncan’s leg throbbed, his arm ached, and blood pounded in his head.

He ignored all this, focusing only on her. His shaft had twitched in anticipation before he’d made the first move. It had sprung to life when his mouth first touched hers. As soon as he laid his hand against the flesh of her leg, as he’d skimmed his hand upward over skin as soft as velvet, his erection had surged with eagerness. Duncan thrust the evidence of his desire against her side as he pushed the shift up higher, wanting to bare her body entirely to his hungry gaze. As she lifted her arms without hesitation over her head, he slid his hand along the undersides of her arms, taking the fabric higher until she lifted her head off the pillow and used both hands to remove it completely.

He pulled up and paused and ran his gaze over the length of her, suddenly bereft of the ability to breathe normally, which had little to do with any injuries he’d sustained. He was shocked at his own lack of control.

Morning was getting on, the cool blue light of a cloudy start to the day bathing her skin in silk and shadows. She was slender and curvy at the same time, lifting one foot against the other, bending her knee, showing the shapeliness of her calf, leaning her thigh inward, hiding her treasure, her actions possibly borne of shyness but having a provocative effect. He moved his hand to follow his gaze, along her thigh and once more over the curve of her hip, wanting to sample all the glory his eyes beheld. His palms and fingers were calloused and rough, but her skin was unbelievably soft.

“You have beautiful breasts,” he said, running his hand in the valley between the twin peaks and then around one and another. His finger traced the small dent at the base of her neck before tracking along her collarbone out to her slim shoulder. Holly’s breath quickened when finally he lowered his hand and covered one breast completely again. He pushed it higher, his teeth gritted.Mine.

And then he brought his mouth down on her, drawing her taut nipple between his lips and teeth. He flicked his tongue over the peak. Holly arched up, her fingers digging into the hair at the back of his head. Duncan released her nipple and laved his tongue over the sensitive tip and then gave the same adoration to her other breast. Holly moaned with delight, the sound thickening his erection.

He slid his hand down her flat belly and between her legs, his brows lifting when he encountered only a thin strip of hair there. Holly obligingly, needfully, allowed her legs to fall open as soon as his fingers grazed over the neatly trimmed hair. Duncan lifted his face from her breasts, peering down her body. The sight of the narrow line of short hair covering her pulsing pink flesh was at once a carnal and exquisite sight. More blood flooded into his shaft. He delighted in watching his own fingers slide into her folds, parting her pink lips, and then was more thrilled at her reaction as a breathy moan escaped her. He pushed further, between her soft thighs, his fingers finding that place of endless pleasure, delving inside.

She was filled with wet heat. Duncan’s desperation grew, perspiration beading on his brow.

“Did you dream of this, lass?” He asked. “You say you dreamed of me. Did I touch you like this in your dreams?”

She shook her head, her arms and hands splayed out on the bed, her fingers clutching at the disheveled blankets. “No, you did not. But....oh, God, I wanted you to.”

He groaned and reached for her, his mouth closing over hers in near violence, his tongue imitating the plunge of his fingers and the up and down of her hips. She pulled her arms back, sliding one under his shoulder, while reaching for him with the other. He whimpered like a bairn the second her hand closed around his cock, his desire huge and hard, her strokes sweet and bold. His cock flexed in reaction, his chest tightened with longing.

“Inside you,” he rasped, withdrawing his hand from between her legs, grazing his wet finger over the delicate nub inside her pink lips, once and then again until she begged him languidly, “Yes, please.”

He met her lips again, lingering over a kiss, and felt a shudder rack him when she dug her nails into his shoulders. She did not want soft and slow, he deemed, and deepened the kiss, a possessive growl erupting deep in his chest.

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