Page 71 of Highlander’s Haunted Past

Her hand dropped to the hem of his kilt and slipped beneath. Wasn’t this always what he was doing to her? Taunting and teasing her at the place where she was most vulnerable? Her hand slipped up his thigh until she felt a hardness brush along her arm. Her hand caught it in a tight squeeze, and Rob groaned, his head rolling back. Now his hand was there, overtop of hers, guiding her up and down the shaft in the same rhythm and pace that he had once thrust into her.

Then his other hand was on her, running itself along the neckline of the nightgown before giving it a sharp tug down, freeing both of her breasts. He fondled one, twisting her gently beneath his fingers. Kenna moaned, and she felt her hand twist ever so slightly around him as her entire body shuddered.

Rob moaned and pulled her hand away, chuckling. “Woman, ye’re going to end me before we even get started if ye keep that up.”

Kenna flushed as she tried to quickly dissect the meaning, but her thoughts were scrambled by the heat of his mouth, which was leaving a trail of hot kisses and soft bites over the thin fabric of her nightgown. He moved down her stomach and then lower, until he, at last, was between her legs, ducking his head beneath the skirt. His tongue set her entire body ablaze, and she squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking to try and drive him deeper.

“Rob, please, I want ye now,” she cried out, no longer caring if she was in control of herself or not.

She heard the soft tinkle of his belt coming undone and then the soft flutter of tartan being pulled away. Rob’s mouth suddenly left her, and he sat up before reaching down to grab her around the waist, lifting her up and pulling her onto his lap.

“Enough of this.” Rob hissed, grabbing the nightgown and pulling it up and over her head before burying his face in her chest.

One hand circled and pinched one of her nipples while the other was occupied by his mouth. Kenna gasped and moaned, rocking her hips against him so that she could feel his hardness at her entrance, so close to where she wanted it to be. Rob groaned, sending small vibrations through her breast that she could not help but appreciate.

“Hold on to me, Kenna,” Rob said, his voice deep and husky.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, embracing him as he lifted her hips again and then lowered her over him. Then with one quick pull and a matching thrust of his hips, he filled her up to his hilt. Kenna cried out, her entire body trembling as it finally found the release it had been craving. She came undone around him, relying on his strong arms to keep her steady.

“Aye, Kenna.” He kissed her neck and collarbone while his fingers kneaded the sensitive flesh around her waist. “Let it all go. ‘Tis only the first.”

The first?Kenna thought, unable to voice anything aloud as she panted, trying to regain some sense of herself as the last of her trembling finally subsided.

Rob’s grip on her hips tightened again, and he lifted her a bit, sliding her up along his manhood before slowly lowering her back again. ‘Tis just like in the stables, Kenna understood, with this tormenting slow pace to start before he built up to something faster. At the time, it had been what she needed, and she had relished the sensations of him slowly moving in and out of her. But now, as she felt her insides slowly beginning to boil once more, she didn’t want to wait.

And she didn’t have to.

She gripped his shoulders and began to move on her own, raising herself up and down, first to match Rob’s rhythm, but then moving faster, her hips escaping his grasp, leaving his hands free to roam her.

“Oh, Kenna, don’t stop,” he moaned as his lips reached up to find her neck.

She was moving so fast now, slamming into him again and again while he continued to touch and play with her, sinking his lips against hers and forcing his tongue inside. Kenna could feel the boiling inside of her growing more and more intense, a rolling heat that was overpowering everything else. Rob must have known she was close, for one of his hands dropped between her thighs, slipping between her folds to touch her while she rode him.

“Rob…” She sighed as the exquisite sensation strengthened the feeling of each movement.

“Aye, Kenna, aye, I love ye, I’m with ye.”

It did not take long after that. Her entire body began to shudder and tremble until at last something just snapped inside of her, pulling her apart around him just as his own surge shot into her. She collapsed, landing against his firm chest, where he grabbed her and held her close, each of them panting heavily.

Before she had a chance to unscramble all of the thoughts in her head, Rob was somehow lifting her, carrying her across the room and settling her on the bed. He lay beside her, pulling her up against him. Kenna moved to him willingly, nestling her head in the crook of his shoulder.

It was as if her mind was in a fog, a pleasant sort of a fog that had sunbeams bursting through, giving a few brief glimpses of pleasant clarity. Kenna breathed a little sigh of relief. Part of her had thought that day in the stable would prove to be a rarity, a way for her to see what all the fuss was about. But what had just happened had been something entirely different, less driven by the need for quick release and more to fulfill a deep desire, and to fulfill the desires of the other. It had been—

Kenna sat up with a start as the memory overwhelmed her and what it meant.

“Rob, did ye say that ye loved me?”