Page 64 of The Highlander Is All That

“Elizabeth, darling, you’re killing me.”

She looked up at him in surprise. “Am I doing this wrong?”

“No’ at all. Please. Unhand me and lie back so we may continue.”

“Lie back? Don’t you want me to do to you what you did to me?”

His nostrils flared. “I beg your pardon?”

“Do you want me to kiss you here?” She squeezed him.

He blanched. His cock lurched. “Darling, that is no’ a good idea.”

“Is it wrong?”

“Hell no, it’s no’ bluidy wrong.” He took a moment to collect himself. “But in my condition, at the moment, it’s no’ a good idea.”

“Why?”

“I’ll tell you later.” He settled down beside her and began stroking her belly beneath her skirts. “Darling, these are in the way,” he complained.

She nodded and sat up, turning her back to him. When he didn’t move, she glanced over her shoulder and said, “You have to unbutton me.”

He did so with alacrity, but in the amount of time it took for him to undo the long row, her shyness billowed up and she clutched at her bodice.

“Darling,” he said, giving her dress a gentle tug.

“I’ve never been naked with a man before.”

“I promise, I willna laugh.”

She whirled around and smacked him gently, but it was enough for her bodice to slip and before she could move, he’d captured her breast in the warm cavern of his mouth.

A shudder took her as delight spiraled. “Oh God.”

And, that easily, her inhibition faded.

She could not have cared less if she was lying on the grass in Hyde Park surrounded by the matrons of the ton. Nothing mattered but the feel of his mouth on her, his touch, his breath.

Before she realized what had happened, he’d stripped her utterly bare. He stroked her between her legs, and that surprising sensation rose again. It did not take long for her to reach those delicious heights, as though it was easier now that she knew the way.

And then, when she was panting and pleading, begging for release, he came over her, separated her thighs, and set himself at her entrance.

It annoyed her that he paused then and waited until he caught her attention. “Are you ready, my darling?” he whispered.

In response, she wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him in. “I want all of you,” she said. “Only you.”

“Ah, Elizabeth,” he sighed. And then he entered her.

* * *

There were no words. No thoughts or hopes or prayers that compared.

Joining with Elizabeth, his beloved Elizabeth, was the most magnificent moment of his life.

That she sighed as he drove home, that she cried his name and scored his back with her nails, only made it that much more sublime.

He wanted to be gentle. He wanted to take this slow, but his body had other ideas.