Highlander's Touch (12 page)

One look at his handsome face and the promise in the depths of his eyes and she was nodding.

More than worth it.

“Aye. Touch me,” she whispered, against his lips, sucking his lower lip gently into her mouth.

His thumb rimmed her nipple again and again, and then brushed over the firm tip. A soft moan escaped her, and she arched into him, filling his hand with her breast, wanting him to lick her there once more. Thoughts of removing herself gone, she fully gave him everything she had.

Without warning, Shona crashed her lips down on his, not willing to let him let her off the hook. Aye, it was wrong to take advantage of him. Wrong for her to act the wanton. But she’d answer for those consequences later. For now, she wanted nothing more than to feel this Highlander’s touch, to feel him sink inside her.

Ewan growled, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth, taking possession, ownership. Shona arched into him, rubbing her sparking nether-region against the rigidness of his cock. The sensations made her tremble, her entire body suddenly on fire. Fingers still threaded in his hair, she gripped hard, massaging the back of his scalp to take away the sting. Her need was intense, her plea potent enough to make lightning strike. Tonight, she was going to let go. She was going to give in to her desire, to her body’s demand, and allow this warrior to give and take pleasure.

Lifting herself up so that she straddled his blanket-covered hips, Shona gripped her gown and tugged it over her head. Pulled off her chemise, letting the chill evening air hit her skin. Finally she was nude, her skin glowing in the candlelight, nearly as golden as his.

She swallowed hard, watching his gaze rove hungrily over her, feeling as though she was seeing herself for the first time through his eyes.

When he spoke, Ewan’s voice was gravelly, thick. “Ye’re even more beautiful than I could have imagined.” He caressed over her belly, fingers sliding up tenderly to touch her breast. “I’m going to worship ye,” he whispered, leaning up on his elbows.

Warm lips captured hers. Shona sank into him, wrapping her arms around his neck—but careful not to let her chest touch his injuries—she kissed him with every ounce of passion she possessed. The tips of her nipples brushed tantalizingly against the crisp hair on his chest, though she bowed her back to keep from hurting him.

Dragging his mouth from hers, Ewan kissed and licked her neck to her shoulder. He held her arm out to the side and slid his lips down to her elbow, tonguing the indentation there. Every part of her burned for him, even the space of flesh between her elbow and her wrist where he kissed her. The man didn’t miss a finger. Tenderly kissed each knuckle and gently drew her fingertips into his mouth, teasing them with his silken tongue.

Shona shivered, moaned, her sex quickened, the aching pulse deep inside her grew until she writhed for more. Not a single inch of her was still, and not a single inch of her didn’t crave his touch.

He caressed his way to her breasts, nuzzling around the plush mounds and taunting her before finally, flicking his tongue over the puckered flesh. He drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking. Hard.

Shona moaned, arching her back, her nails digging into the muscles of his shoulders. While he teased her breasts with his mouth, his fingers tracked a path to the thatch of hair between her thighs. He teased the folds, barely touching, just hovering, enough that she was panting and slick with the need to feel him. She glided her hips back and forth in an effort to feel his caress. And then, he did. His thumb brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves and she cried out, desperate for more.

“Och, lass, ye’re so passionate,” he murmured. “So wet…”

He continued to tease her sex, stroking that hardened knot, sliding his fingers between the folds, and then he pushed one inside her. It was nearly her undoing. Shona was certain she’d never felt this much pleasure before. She could barely keep her eyes open. And her hands… What could she do with them? She wanted to touch him. To give him just as much pleasure.

She shifted down his length, gently stroking along the rippling muscles of his torso, tracing his old scars, and kissing them as she went.

“Lass—” he said through gritted teeth and tensing.

“Shh,” she whispered, not wanting him to be self-conscious about his wounds. “Ye’re beautiful, too.”

“They dinna bother ye? The scars?” There was pain in his voice, as though he expected her to reject him.

Shona locked her gaze onto his and shook her head. “Nay, Ewan. We all have scars. Some are simply more visible than others.”

His expression softened and he squinted as he studied her, a look of wonder in his eyes. “Where did ye come from?” he whispered.

The question made her uncomfortable, for if she truly thought about it, she couldn’t remember. And did she want to? Was it worth dredging up a past that had kept itself hidden?

Growing braver, and hoping to make him forget, she trailed a finger beneath the blanket.

Both of them let out a moan when her fingers slid over the hardened length of him. His cock was satiny soft, and yet rock hard.

Ewan skimmed his hands over her back, exploring her spine, and leaning forward to kiss her neck. He glided over her collarbone and back down toward her breasts. When she touched the tip of his erection, Ewan groaned and bit her nipple, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through her. That only urged her further. She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed. Her bold move earned her another nip of his teeth.

But that didn’t stop her. Nay, she gripped him tight, moved her hand up and down, reveling in the hitch in his breath, the way his body trembled. A drop of moisture beaded the tip. She swiped it with her thumb then pressed her finger to her lips.

Ewan’s gaze burned into hers, his jaw muscle clenched. “Where have ye been all my life, lass?”

He gripped her buttocks tight, and flipped her over, landing hard on top of her. The crash of his body, the weight of him tumbling her into the mattress, was an all-new and delicious sensation. His gaze caught hers, a wolfish grin on his delectable lips. She’d lost her grip on his cock, missing its weight in her hand. Ewan pinned her arms over her head and thrust his knees between her thighs, spreading them wide. Shona’s mouth opened, a shocked gasp escaping as air hit her sensitive parts. She gulped. Swallowed hard. Pulsing skin, thrumming insides, Shona was desperate to feel him inside her.

“Ye’ll hurt yourself,” she admonished.

“Hush, lass, I’m perfectly well.” He leaned down to nip her lower lip. “Keep your hands where they are.”

Reaching between them, he parted her slippery folds, the head of his cock sliding deliciously along the seam. Shona wanted to grab hold of him, nearly did, but kept her hands above her head. Ewan groaned, notched his cock at her entrance and with a pivot of his hips, he drove inside her.

Shona stiffened, knowing that allowing this much was taking it too far, that she shouldn’t let him continue… But the pleasure was intense. His thick cock stretched her, took charge of her body and she couldn’t escape her startled cry of pleasure. Deep and shattering, she felt herself cave inside. Wanting desperately the connection he was giving her. The touch of another human, for a moment she could pretend that all was well, that she was happy, and that all her loneliness had faded away.

Ewan didn’t move further, but kept himself buried deep inside her. He dipped his head and captured her lips, tugging at them with his teeth, sliding his tongue over the sting. Shona wrapped her legs up around his hips, wanted to flatten her hands to the part of his chest that was not injured, to feel his heart beat beneath her fingertips. He must have felt her hands twitch for he gave a wicked grin and tore a bit of linen from the bed sheet.

“May I?” he asked, sliding the length of fabric over her wrists.

Shona could barely breathe, excitement pulsed through her with such intensity. She nodded her consent, and whimpered with pleasure as he gently slid the fabric along her wrists, tying her to the headboard, all the while, his thick cock pulsing inside her. Her eyes closed as she tilted her hips and pleasure seared her insides.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “I want to watch ye, watching me, as I pleasure ye.”

Shona opened her eyes, and when their gazes connected, he moved. Slowly, he withdrew from her body, every disappearing inch making her want to shout in protest. She bit her lip, then cried out, her eyes slamming shut, as he thrust hard back inside.

“Open your eyes,” he said softly. He ran a hand along one of her thighs, lifted it from around his hip to his shoulder, making his cock slide deeper inside her. “Do ye like this?”

Shona nodded, bit her lip, tried hard to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head in ecstasy.

“Tell me, lass. What do ye like?”

Zounds, he wanted her to speak? She wasn’t sure she could. “I… I like when ye push inside me.”

“Like this?” He pulled out, thrust back in, deeper this time, hitting a part of her that made her whimper with pleasure and pain.

She nodded.

Ewan repeated the move, trailing a kiss from her ankle to her calf as he did it. Slowly, he bent over her, until his chest was touching hers, and he captured her mouth for another fiery kiss. Hips pushing back and forth, cock driving deep then withdrawing, hands and mouth everywhere, Shona couldn’t take the pleasure. Couldn’t keep her eyes open. She shut them tight, gasped with every move he made. Tilted her hips in greedy anticipation every time he withdrew. Pleasure she’d never known built up inside her. Intense pressure. The need to break free. To explode. To scream. Her body wound tight, and she could barely control her movements, her breaths or the gasps and moans that escaped her.

Her warrior whispered naughty things in her ear, words of encouragement, told her how much he liked her tight cunt clutching his cock, how wet she was and how he wanted to devour every part of her. It was more than she could handle, and yet, everything she wanted.

Shona’s body shattered. Gripped by an overpowering pulse within, her sex spasmed, trembling in torrents, and powerful, pleasure-filled sensation rushed over her like the storm that raged outside. She keened, bucked upward, her body bowing.

“Och, lass, that’s it, let it come,” Ewan encouraged, pounding hard into her, gripping tight to her buttocks. And then he too was groaning, shouting her name as he pulled from her body, gripped his cock and spilled his seed on her belly.

“To prevent…” he started to say, but trailed off as he leaned down to slide his tongue over her lips.

“I know,” she said with a smile. “Thank ye.”

Ewan gently untied her wrists, kissing the insides where her pulse beat. Shona watched him, trying not to stare with wonder, with excitement, with something else she dared not put a name to. He wiped her belly clean with the sheet, kissed her languidly and then collapsed to the side of her, an arm and leg dangling off the side of the bed.

Moments later, his soft even breaths sounded against Shona’s ear. He’d fallen asleep. And then doubt wound its way inside her mind. Was their lovemaking only the result of her tincture? Or had it been as real and powerful to him as it had been to her?

EWAN dreamed of beautiful things.

He dreamed of a red-haired fairy dancing naked, her creamy skin glowing in the hearth light. He felt her kiss on his lips, on his scars. He felt the slide of her velvet warmth encasing his cock. But more than that, there was something special in the rocking of their bodies, in the intense stares as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

Now that he’d dreamed it, now that he’d had it, he wanted it forever.

And while he might have thought that possible coming out of his foggy state, he knew that was
impossible
.

Whatever fantasies he’d allowed himself to believe while under the influence of her delicious scent, her touch—they were just that, illusions.

Ewan was a warrior. But not just any warrior. He was Captain of the Guard for Laird Logan Grant. He was second to the Guardian of Scotland, protector of the realm. Next to his laird, Ewan ensured the safety of the castle, the village, indeed all of Gealach lands and Scotland itself. He could not be bound to one woman.

Furthermore, what did he have to offer a woman? He had no past. No family. Only his duties.