Page 36 of Katie's Highlander (Highland Protector 3)
As if reading her mind, Ramsay dropped his hands to the cheeks of her ass and picked her up without breaking the kiss. Turning with ease, he lowered himself to the stone bench, rucked up Katie’s skirts, and placed her astraddle his lap.
“So, this is why they didn’t wear underwear,” Katie panted against his forehead as he rained kisses across her exposed décolletage. Ramsay purred out a low rumbling laugh as he caressed the mounding tops of her breasts, his fiery hot mouth licking and tasting, nipping and nuzzling.
Unable to stand anymore, Katie grabbed the sides of his head and lifted his face to hers. “Untie my laces so I can breathe then move your damn kilt.”
Ramsay grinned as his nimble fingers yanked free the back ties of her bodice. His expression shifted to a sly, wicked look as he slid both hands lower, shoved away the gathered layers of her skirts, then gripped her bare thighs and lifted while teasing his fingertips back and forth across her aching slickness. As he buried his face between her breasts, maddening her even more with the tickling soft stubble of his short beard, Ramsay shifted to support her against him with his left hand while he explored even deeper with his right.
“So wet,” he whispered against her skin as he teased his fingers back and forth across her slit.
Her arms propped atop his shoulders and her thighs around him, Katie squeezed and bucked as he slid a finger inside her. She hugged his head to her chest, grinding hard into his hand and shuddering.
“More,” she groaned into his hair. “Move that damn kilt!”
“Not yet, m’lady.” Ramsay slid another finger in and ground the heel of his hand against her clit, over and over.
Son of a bitch, he knows what he’s doing.
Katie rocked back and forth, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Ramsay worked the fingers inside her and rocked against her clit harder, playing her like a musical instrument in an age-old song.
“Come for me, Katie,” he whispered against her throat. “I want t’feel ye come.”
“Get inside me,” Katie cried out as she bucked and humped his hand, struggling to hold back the building orgasm that promised to get really loud. “I want to come on you,” she panted. “Get inside me now!”
Without another word, Ramsay slid his fingers out of her, grabbed her by the ass, and pulled her down hard and fast, ramming himself deep inside her.
“Yes!” Katie squirmed and rocked, settling him even deeper. “Yes!” Head back, she rode him hard and gave herself to the primal ecstasy of the orgasm she’d fought to hold back. She might’ve screamed. She wasn’t sure. All she knew for certain was that she pumped and rode and came then pumped and rode some more until Ramsay rolled them to the ground and hammered his urgency home, blending his guttural roar with her screams as he joined her in exquisite blissful release.
Chapter 15
They were skin to skin, the faint thumping of Katie’s heartbeat tickling against his rib cage. This was a joy he’d begun to wonder if he’d e’er know. Ramsay smiled up at the wispy clouds skittering across the darkening blue of the early evening sky. Katie’s soft humming snore blew across the hairs of his chest. Poor lass. Worn weary. A sense of pride filled him. He’d served his lady well.
He propped one arm behind his head and curled the other around Katie, snugging her even closer. If not for the upcoming feast, they’d spend what was left of this day, and perhaps even the warm summer night, filling the chieftain’s private garden with Katie’s cries. After all, ’twas obvious by the benches and rolling moss-covered hillocks craftily engineered and set among the maze of thick hedging that a chieftain enjoying his lady’s charms was why this place had been built.
Flora’s anxious face, highlighted by the candle she held, popped up for the third time in the second-story window looking down on them. Katie would be beside herself if she ever realized just how little privacy the high chieftain and his lady had.
Ramsay waved Flora away with a scowl. In the maid’s defense, she was more than likely anxiously awaiting the opportunity t’come help pull Katie together before the feast and was also probably more than a little worried about how little time she’d have t’help Katie dress. The status of the high lady’s maid in the keep and even in the clan largely hinged on how well her lady was served and presented at gatherings.
That damn feast.Ramsay blew out a strained huff of air through tightly clasped lips. As the third son of the once high chieftain, and especially with the shift to the twenty-first century, Ramsay had paid little attention to his father’s mumblings about clan pomp and circumstance. He remembered some of it, but he’d been naught but sixteen years old when they’d been pulled forward. Sixteen suddenly seemed like a long time ago.I wish t’hell I’d paid closer attention. Thank the goddesses for Gordon.
Gordon had reminded him that tonight’s feast would be the first of several. As each druid clan arrived t’pay their respects and pledge their fealty to the new high chief and his lady, there would be a night and a day of feasting and revelry. ’Twas expected.
A deeply ingrained sense of duty in his DNA forced him to gently shake Katie as he kissed her forehead. Her snore shifted to a higher, more nasal pitch and she cuddled closer, nesting her head more comfortably into the dip of his shoulder.
“Katie,” he said softly, regret filling him at having t’lose the sweet warmth of her by his side. “We must get ready for the feast, lass. Wake up.” He shook her again.
Katie mumbled something unintelligible, threw one leg across him, and squeezed so close that his cock awakened, hardening for another dive into the delicious wet heat that was surely as close t’heaven as Ramsay was e’er going to find whilst still on earth.
We dinna dare.Ramsay silently scolded.No’ enough time.
He shook Katie a little harder. “Lass—ye must wake up. We must dress for the feast.”
By the subtle rubbing against his side and the rocking of Katie’s hips against him, the wily lass was most definitely awake now. “I don’t want to get dressed,” she whispered against his chest, then accentuated the comment by licking a circle around his nipple. “Tell them to party without us.”
Her hand slid down and found his cock in complete agreement and the longer and harder she stroked, the more his bollocks tightened and shouted a hearty, “Aye!”
“Duty be damned,” Ramsay groaned, as he hoisted Katie up to straddle him, grabbed her by the hips, and thrust up to meet her.
