Page 79 of Highlander’s Captive

Something melted in his chest.

“What do ye feel for me, lass?” he said.

“I’m afraid to say.”

“Then show me.”

She closed her eyes for a moment. The opening of her shift fell, revealing the inside curve of one round, full breast. He longed to take it into his mouth and play with her nipple. She cupped his face, gently, caressing his jaw. Their eyes locked—hers were deep and dark blue, like the depths of a loch in summer.

And they shone, with something he had rarely seen in his life.

Love.

She leaned down and planted a kiss on his lips, so soft and gentle, he thought he was sinking into a cloud. He pulled her closer to him, the need for her body spinning and urgent.

She withdrew a little and regarded him. “You’re so handsome, Craig. I can’t get over how handsome you are.”

“That’s because yer beauty is shining on me, lass.”

She kissed him, hungrier this time, and yet still slowly. He moaned from the sweet intensity of her, from the need he felt in her that resonated in him as well. His cock hardened for her, hot and ready. She rolled to sit atop him, straddling his hips. His erection jerked as he felt her hot cleft pressed against him.

She caressed his naked chest, then she traced her lips over his chin, down his neck and down his chest. She stopped at one nipple and licked it, sending the shudder of pleasure through him. No one has ever done that before, and it felt new and wanton and forbidden.

Intimate.

She moved to the second nipple and teased it with her tongue, too, softly nipping at it with her teeth. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he sucked in the air, absorbing the sensation.

“Ye wanton lass,” he murmured.

“You have no idea,” she whispered, glancing up at him.

Then she continued her exploration, trailing hot, burning kisses down his stomach. Her intention became clear when she didn’t stop at the dark curls around his erection.

“Oh, lass,” he moaned when her mouth was on him, wrapped around him and teasing him.

He tilted his head back, his hands in her silky hair. Her tongue swept up and down and around, turning his muscles into warm, flowing honey that she couldn’t seem to get enough of.

And soon he couldn’t, either. His flesh sensitive, he was swelling, and growing, and almost bursting.

“Lass.” He sat up, pulling her with him, and had her straddle him again. “My turn.”

“Oh.”

“Let me show ye how much I love ye.”

Her eyelashes fluttered. “You love me?”

Nae. He didn’t say that out loud—did he? He couldn’t take his words back now. The truth was out there. “Aye, Amy. I fell in love with ye. My enemy. My wife. My captive.”

Tears glistened in her eyes. She pulled him to her, desperately. “Take me, Craig. I need to feel you. I need you inside. Take me, please.”

He understood because the same need burned in him. To be together, body to body, soul to soul, heart to heart.

Without breaking eye contact, he entered her, her sleek, soft, silky insides grasped him like a plush fist. He loved to see the moment she became his, again and again, the pleasure he brought her, the connection of their bodies that made them one in soul, too.

He began moving, in the same rhythm as her, plunging into her. He knew now that she liked it slowly at first and then quick and rough, without holding back. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and her arms around his torso, her fingernails digging into his back. He watched the bliss on her face as he drove into her, again and again, melting, evaporating in the heaven he could stay in forever.

His pleasure was building along with hers, and soon she couldn’t withhold her moans.