Page 68 of Highlander’s Hope

Her blood on fire, she pressed herself against him like she would die if she didn’t. He glided his palms against her, leaving traces of fire. Her breath ragged, she swam in the sensations like a drunkard wanting more.

Konnor’s fingers reached the edge of her breeches, and he froze. She looked at him. His eyes were black, naked lust shining in them, but also a question.

“Marjorie?”

“Aye, Konnor.”

A hot need pulsated between her legs. All she wanted was him—his hands, his body, his skin against hers—as much as possible. She wanted to dissolve in him, become one. Body to body. Soul to soul.

“I need this,” she whispered. “I need ye. Help me erase the memories. Help me become whole again.”

He swallowed hard.

“Sweet Marjorie, it’s you who helps me heal.”

Oh, she wanted him to heal… Mayhap, if he healed enough, he would reconsider returning to his time? Mayhap, he’d want to stay and say more of those words he’d told her, like calling her Highland queen.

Then every day could be like this, full of bliss and happiness and love.

He let her roll next to him on the bed without breaking an inch of body contact. He released the straps that tied the breeches on her hips and slowly pushed them down. A sudden wave of fear came over her. She felt vulnerable and weak, being so exposed to him. Should she tell him to stop?

No. It was Konnor with her. He could never hurt her. And she wanted this more than she wanted to take her next breath.

Soon, her breeches lay on the floor next to the bed, and Konnor ran his knuckles slowly up her naked leg, bringing every inch of it to life.

“God, you’re perfection,” he whispered. He left soft, wet kisses down her neck. “I want to kiss you here. And here. And here.”

He went to her breasts and took one in his mouth. He licked and sucked her nipple, and a storm of pleasure rushed through Marjorie. She gasped, making sounds she’d never heard herself make in her life. He went to the second breast, his hand still on the first one, and repeated his sweet torture there.

When she thought she couldn’t take it anymore and would burst in a geyser of sunlight and sweetness, he withdrew and continued his way down, leaving hot kisses on her stomach, caressing her hips at the same time. Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation—like before a jump into the loch for the first time—both scary and exciting.

He massaged her thighs, squeezing her flesh as he went. Marjorie felt her entrance grow wet, and her face flushed in embarrassment. But before she could say anything, his mouth was on her there.

She sucked in air as the sensation took her. He spread her folds with his fingers and played with his tongue.

“Konnor…” she whimpered, putting her hands on his shoulders to push him away.

Oh, how embarrassing.

But he was like a stone wall, and she didn’t want him to stop, not really. The most beautiful pleasure spread through her in waves of sheer bliss. How could she possibly feel so good down there when all she had known had been pain?

“Konnor…” she moaned, and there was a hot plea in her voice.

He gave a low rumble of lust against her flesh, moans that made her feel like a goddess. He flickered a spot with his tongue, and something began to build within her, tightening and accelerating and expanding at the same time.

He withdrew, leaving her wanting more, much more.

“Sweet Jesu,” she said, her words resembling a moan. “I have never kenned my body could do this.”

Her glance went down his breeches where a considerable bulge showed between his legs.

“Take me like a man takes a woman,” she said, and Konnor’s face darkened. “Make the darkness go away.”

Konnor swallowed, and his eyes shone. “My beautiful warrior queen, I will help you forget everything bad that ever happened to you.”

“Aye,” she whispered.

He straightened, still on his knees between her thighs. Without taking his eyes off her, he undid his breeches and pushed them down. His erection sprung free, straight and big, and Marjorie’s breath caught at the sight. She’d avoided looking at Alasdair, and other penises she’d seen by chance when men bathed in the loch hadn’t been erect.