Page 33 of Never Kiss a Highlander

Naked.

As was she. He must have taken her night shift off without her even awakening. She tried to remember why she was annoyed with the big oaf, but couldn’t recall. Before she could put some thoughts in proper order, he was on top of her, his hands everywhere.

He cupped her face with his large, rough hands and covered her mouth with a lover’s sense of possession. Their tonguestangled and she ran her hands down his muscular back, his muscles rippling.

Finn covered her breast with his warm mouth, sucking like a babe. When he left one breast and continued with the other, his deft fingers tweaked the nipple he’d just left.

She had no intention of laying there like a lump of unbaked bread. Her hand slid down his chest, tugging slightly on the curly hairs. Eventually, she found her prize and grasped his cock with her hand.

Finn moaned and cupped her bottom with his hands, kneading the plump flesh and pulling her closer to him.

“Ye are so beautiful, Alison. I can ne’er get enough of ye.” He mumbled some more words in Gaelic.

His hand moved to the swollen wet area between her legs. She moaned. “Aye, husband. That feels good.”

He smiled at her and nibbled on her lips. “Ach, wife, if it only feels good I must work harder.”

Which he did and set Alison to more moaning and urging to work his fingers harder.

He complied again.

Her head moved back and forth as she tensed, pushing hard against where Finn was working the stiff piece of flesh they both knew would break her apart.

Within minutes, she let out with a loud moan and pulled his body closer, covering his mouth with her hot one.

Finn brushed the hair back from her forehead and studied her face. “Ye are even more beautiful when ye break apart in my arms.”

He climbed between her legs and, with one quick thrust, pushed into her. “Alison,mo chridhe,ye make me crazy with wanting ye.”

Alison pressed up against him, moving her hips so she was able to rub the part of her body that brought her the pleasure she craved again.

“Wrap yer legs around me,” Finn said, his voice deep and his lungs fighting for air.

Once she did, her body immediately felt the pressure against Finn’s body that she was searching for. “Aye, Finn. ‘Tis perfect.”

After a few slow, teasing back and forth movements, he picked up speed and was soon thrusting into her with a vengeance.

“Aye, aye, husband. ‘Tis getting closer.”

Within another minute or so, another wave of pleasure rolled over her the same time Finn let out with a shout as he stiffened and poured his seed into her.

Chapter Fourteen

The Sinclair slammed his mug down on the desk and glared at his four sons. His anger was directed more at Archie. “Ye caused us to lose the coin and land that was part of the betrothal agreement.”

Archie glared right back. “‘Twas a small matter when ye consider I was to be Mackay Clan Chief.”

“Aye, and allowing yer whore to remain in yer bedchamber was the stupidest thing I’ve e’er heard,” Miles, Archie’s younger brother, said.

Archie glared at Miles. “The Mackay lass agreed to it.”

“Apparently, she intended to receive her pleasure with Finn Mackay. As The Mackay’s second, he would be there to take care of her. Ye could have produced an heir that wasna a Sinclair.”

“Enough!” The Sinclair shouted at his sons. “All of that is o’er with. I want what I was promised. The land was perfect to add protection to our castle. In case of an attack I doona expect The Mackay to take up arms on our behalf. The old mon is undependable and, when Mackay takes over once he’s dead, we will be lucky ifhedoesn’t attack us. He wasna fond of ye,” he added, looking at Archie.

Archie scowled, but remained silent.

“And the coin,” Gilbert reminded them. “We need a plan,” he said as he tapped his finger on the desk.