Page 35 of A Highlander's Vow

Thinking the bed was making her nervous, he stood and lifted her up, then settled back in his chair and placed her on his lap.

She giggled.

Grinning himself, he took the mug from her hand and placed on it the table next to him. Taking her face in his hands he lowered his head. Just as he’d remembered. Soft, warm and plump lips. He slid histongue along her lips and after a few moments she opened her mouth and he swept in.

He could have sworn she gagged, which he smiled at, but eventually she seemed to settle in, and even touched his tongue lightly with her own.

Slowly, he slid the night rail off her shoulders, the garment pooling in her lap, revealing the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen. Plump and firm with dark pink nipples begging to be touched. He ran his hands over her flesh, lightly running circles over her nipples with his palms. “Ye are so beautiful, Megan.”

She looked at him. “Robert never—”

Gregory put his finger to her lips. “There are two people in this room,mo chridhe. Ye and me. No one else. Nor will there ever be.”

He scooped her up and carried her to the bed while taking her mouth in a searing kiss. One of possession and desire.

He gently laid her on the bed and stepped back. “Give me a minute.” He then proceeded to remove his various weapons making a messy pile on the floor.

Megan sat studying him, her eyes growing larger as each weapon dropped to the floor. Then she gulped and looked at his face as he removed his clothes. It was hard to decide what her face said, but instead of wondering, he climbed back on the bed and placed his hands under her hips to whip the night rail off and toss it on the pile he’d just made.

He admired her stunning body, all curves and lushness. Then he put his arm around her shoulders and slid them both down, facing each other. Once more he cupped her chin and lowered his head.

This time she was the one who slid her tongue along his lips which brought him a smile. Their tongues wrestled, their bodies each other touching in places that made them both groan.

He lowered his head to take one of her breasts in his mouth and suckled hard, teasing her nipple with his teeth. She drew in a deepbreath and groaned.

He grinned.

Slowly he moved his hand down her body to the place he was eager to touch.

Megan jumped a bit. He moved his mouth to her other breast and ran his finger along the slightly swollen lips at her center. Her slight dampness told him she needed more time to be prepared for him.

He moved his mouth to her head and began to whisper in her ear, in Gaelic, of her beauty, how much he desired her, and how anxious he was to be inside her.

Once more he took one of her breasts in his mouth and tugged on her nipple. Megan sucked in a breath. “Aye. That feels good.”

After a few minutes of his ministrations, he noticed she was growing wetter, so his attentions were working. He moved his thumb to her stiffened flesh and began to rub in circles.

Megan sucked in a breath. “Oh, aye, Gregory. That feels wonderful. Doona stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping,mo chridhe. Just relax and let me do the work for ye.”

He returned to her breast, sucking, circling, teasing as Megan shifted and became restless. “I feel so odd. But wonderful, too.”

She pressed against his rapidly moving fingers. “There is something missing, husband.”

“Relax, wife.”

Within a minute or two her head began to thrash back and forth as she started to moan and suck in breaths. “What is happening?”

Gregory squeezed her stiffened flesh and Megan wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let out with a moan that had him more than ready to move on.

As he separated her legs and climbed between them, she looked at him, fright in her eyes. “Please go easy or it will hurt.”

“Nay, lass, ’twill no’ hurt, it will only feel good. I promise. I told yeI would ne’er hurt ye.”

She still cringed and tensed as he entered her and then pushed lightly until he was snug against her warmth. A lone tear slid down her cheek. Gregory wiped it. “Are ye all right, lass?”

She nodded, a smile breaking out on her face. “Aye. It dinna hurt.”

He decided to have a conversation with her later about her actions and what she said, but now he’d waited too long to enjoy her body.

Because he’d been denied his husbandly rights much longer than he’d wanted, he didn’t last long. In no time at all it seemed, he thrust hard against her and poured his seed into her body.