Page 65 of The Highlander Is All That

Fortunately, so did his woman.

As he eased out, clenching his teeth and praying for strength, she closed on him.

His vision blurred as pleasure pounded through his veins.

“Again,” she commanded on a breath.

Ah, yes. Again, indeed.

He repeated the move, again and again, slowly, cautiously, until she growled at him. “More. Harder.”

She shifted to give him more room to work and he bit back a grin. Like a duck to water, his Elizabeth. She was a natural.

She moved with him as his pace increased. She caressed him with just the right amount of pressure, encouraged him exactly when he needed it.

She was perfect.

Perfect.

But before long, such logical thought was replaced with something wild. Something instinctual and feral.

His body took over, leaving him to bliss.

Faster and faster he moved, filling her with ever-more-frantic thrusts.

“Yes,” she cried with one. And then another. And then she was chanting in tandem with his manic moves.

They rode the waves together, up and up, reaching desperately for the peak. Tension coiled in his balls. His body hardened. His cock burned.

But still, he held back. He wanted her to come first, even if it killed him, and it just might. She was close, but not close enough.

When panic flared in his gut, he reached down between them and stroked her slick nub.

Her eyes flew open. Her lips parted. Her features tightened.

And she closed on him like a fist.

It took them in a maelstrom of splendor. It took them both.

It was a brand of ecstasy he’d never felt, the physical pleasure tangled with emotional bliss. He loved this woman. He would be her man until the day they died, no matter what the world had to say.

Elizabeth St. Claire was his.

And he was never letting her go.

* * *

When it was all over, he pulled her close and held her, skin to skin, and stroked her gently, and it was magnificent. Not as magnificent as making love had been, but damn close.

Elizabeth tipped up her chin and stared at him, her heart full of gratitude and amazement. “That was lovely,” she said.

His chest shook with his laugh and he tightened his arms around her. “It was.”

“Can we do it again?”

His laughter increased and he rolled her over so he was half on her, and kissed her. “Nae doubt . . . But give me a moment.”

She put out a lip. “I thought you were a Scotsman.”