Page 86 of To Wed a Wild Scot
She stared at him in the mirror, her lips parted, a flush darkening her cheeks.
He let his hand drift lower, slowly stroking over the soft skin of her belly until his fingertips found her fair curls. “Open,beag bòidhchead.”
She opened, a soft moan leaving her lips.
“Yes, Ana. Just like that. Now lean back against me,neach-gaoil.”
She was trembling, and he helped ease her backward so her head was cradled against his chest. Logan made certain she was balanced securely, then he trailed his hands down one of her thighs to the back of her knee and shifted her position, so the sole of her bare foot rested against the edge of the dressing-table.
She raised her head from his chest, her green eyes going wide when she understood what he intended to do. “Logan…”
“Shhh.” He scraped his teeth over her earlobe, nipping at the soft flesh. “Let me see you.”
Logan’s cock was so hard he felt ready to explode, but he waited, his breath held, for her to give him permission to touch her like this.
Finally, she nodded once.
Logan arranged her other leg as he had the first. When she was spread open in front of him he sucked in a hard breath, mesmerized by the sight of her. “Mo Dhia, just look at you.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her skin was flushed, her nipples still peaked for him. He let his gaze drift lower, to that most intimate place between her legs, where her damp, tender pink skin seemed to beg for his touch.
He reached between her pale thighs and stroked a fingertip over her. Just a single stroke with one finger, his touch so light.
Juliana gasped.
So, he did it again, and then again, his fingers circling and teasing until she was writhing in the chair, soft whimpers and pleas falling from her lips.
Logan’s gaze was riveted on her, everything inside him focused entirely on her pleasure. “Does that feel good, Juliana?” His mouth was hot against her ear. “Do you need more,beag bhean? Look at me, and I’ll give you everything you want.” Juliana was rolling her head from side to side on his chest, her eyes tightly closed, but he took her chin gently in his hand and turned her face to the mirror. “Watch. Watch me touch you.”
She watched, her mouth open, her green eyes nearly black. She arched her back when Logan cupped his hand over her and slid one finger inside. “Logan.”
Her hips rose, and he growled against her neck. God, it drove him mad to see her like this, her pink flesh swollen, her body arching and twisting under his hand. She let out a sharp moan when he sank a second finger inside her. Her arousal coated his palm, driving him so close to the edge he couldn’t wait another moment to taste her.
“Lower your legs. Feet on the floor.” His voice was deep and hoarse, almost savage.
She did as he asked, and when he sank to his knees in front of her, he could see her legs were trembling. His hands were heavy, possessive when they landed on her inner thighs and he held her open for his mouth. He lost control the moment his tongue found her sweet flesh. He became frantic, snarling like an animal as his tongue lashed over her again and again, devouring her.
“Logan!” She gripped his hair with clenched fingers, tugging mindlessly as she panted and moaned her way through her release, her thighs shaking. He stayed with her, his lips and tongue stroking insistently until he’d wrung every last tremor from her. He slowed then, caressing her thighs with long strokes of his hands as he lapped gently at her, bringing her down until she went limp, spent.
Logan lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down on her back and she threw her arms over her head, a sleepy, seductive smile on her lips as she watched him tear off his clothes.
He was mad for her, his cock pulsing with need, but he paused to gaze down at her, his fingers on the buttons of his falls. “You look satisfied,bhig galla.”
“I am.” Her gaze lingered on his bare chest, then dropped lower, to the evidence of his arousal. Her lips curved when she met his eyes again. “For the moment, that is.”
Logan groaned as he struggled out of his boots and stripped off his pantaloons. Nothing excited him more than having her eyes on him, knowing she wanted him. He tossed his clothes aside and joined her on the bed, sighing with relief when he had her in his arms again, with her warm curves pressed tightly against him. “I missed you,” he murmured, dropping a kiss onto her temple.
She gazed up at him, her green eyes serious. “I missed you, too. I waited for you. Every night that I lay here alone, I hoped you would come to me. I ache for you, Logan.” She took his face in her hands and pressed a sweet, hungry kiss to his lips.
He buried his hands in her hair with a groan and took her mouth harder, his tongue slipping between her lips to tangle with hers. The soft heat of her mouth, her silken skin against his, her breathy sighs in his ears—it all made him mindless with desire and love.
I can’t wait any longer…
He eased his hips between her thighs, took himself in hand, and pressed his swollen head against her. She let out a deep sigh and wrapped her legs around him, urging him to go deeper. Logan’s mind went hazy as he slid inside. He knew onlyher—her soft, welcoming heat, her pleading whimpers in his ears, the slightly salty taste of her skin as he opened his mouth against her neck.
She moaned when he began to move, her legs tightening around him. Logan sank deeper inside with one measured stoke, then went still, his back bowing from the exquisite pleasure of her heat wrapped around him. “I want you to come for me again,” he whispered, with another nudge of his hips.
She panted as he nudged into her again, slowly at first, but then harder and faster as his release slid closer. “Come, Juliana. Come with me inside you.”
