Page 48 of The Highland Fling

“You feel so good, Grace.” His voice is husky.

I don’t have words. I just whimper, desperate for more, moving against him.

He adds another finger, and my muscles instinctively tighten around him, but then his thumb finds that sensitive spot at the core of me, and I surrender to the bliss. He studies my face, discovering exactly how I like to be touched, making me gasp and arch into him.

Then suddenly his fingers are gone, and I’m aching, craving their return. But he settles between my legs, widens them further, then carefully parts my lips and plants a featherlight kiss against my clitoris. My breathing quickens, and he laps at me slowly, tentatively, savouring each taste, his hands sliding to grip my thighs, keeping me open for him. I’m trembling, my body alight with need and the exquisite pleasure he’s creating.

“Aidan . . . yes!” I’m already experiencing the familiar sensations that come before climax.

His eyes flash up to meet mine, then he picks up the pace, alternating between sucking and licking. Suddenly an intense orgasm rips through me, and Aidan sucks harder, at my clit, absorbing the tension with his skilled lips, while I grip the duvet beneath me. Once the last of the waves have dissipated, my body turns to jelly, the aftereffects relaxing and exhausting me all at once.

I let out a loud, long, satisfied groan.

Aidan props himself up on one elbow and watches me, his expression still full of heat.

“That was . . . incredible,” I moan.

“It was? Er, this is a bit embarrassing, but that wasn’t . . . sexual. It was just a prank.”

I glare at him, and his eyes shimmer with mischief. Then my gaze drifts down to the erection that’s still clearly showing through his chinos.

“You’re still hard.”

“Aye.”

“Aidan, you didn’t sleep well last night because you were frustrated. Why don’t you just lie back and let me—”

“No!” He stands and steps away from the bed, out of my reach. “I meant what I said, Grace. I feel for you, and I think you feel for me too. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Of course it is. But . . . won’t you get blue balls? And a follow-up question, is that even a thing?”

He combs his fingers through his dishevelled hair and manages a half-grin. “Aye, it is, but . . . I’m going to go have a cold shower. As for you, you’ve had a busy day, and you’re carrying our child. Get ready for bed. You need your sleep.”

I want to protest some more—it seems almost cruel to leave him with that big bulge in his trousers—but I am tired, and the thought of closing my eyes is a pleasant one.

“Fine. I just hope your balls are okay.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

AIDAN

When I wake, some dawn light is filtering through the curtains but not much. It’s still early.

Grace, fast asleep, is cuddled up beside me. Her features are soft and relaxed, her lips parted. I can’t resist raising my head from the pillow and planting a gentle kiss on her cheek. She stirs, snuggling closer and wrapping one of her legs around mine.

At the contact, memories of last night flood my mind, and in my PJ trousers, my cock twitches. Damn! I close my eyes and try to calm myself, but it’s no use. Soon I’m sporting a full-blown hard-on.

Shit. There’s no way I’m getting back to sleep now—that’s me up for the day. Time for another cold shower.

I manage to get out of bed without waking Grace then wash and dress. I’m in the midst of collecting my stuff together when she finally stirs.

She yawns, gently stretching. “Oh! I can’t remember the last time I slept so well.”

I chuckle. “I’m glad I was able to help relax you.”

She sits up and rubs at her eyes then takes in the scene. “Why are you packing up your things?”

“You know why. I’m going today.”