Highland Defiance - By Sky Purington Page 0,28

tremor to roll through her body. Call it arrogant but he knew it had nothing to do with the elements. Her back molded to his front, her rear-end nestled against his interested cock.

No wave was going to separate this position. Not if he had any say.

Though Mildred relaxed, her breathing spoke of a woman well aware of the man at her back. No, her years on this Earth did not match what roiled and fluctuated within this woman, absolute maturity and strong yearning.

Had the gods known all along?

Had he?

A small sound sputtered over her lips and she giggled once more as good ol’ fashioned Scottish sea water dripped down her chin. Adlin had never heard or seen anything more sensual and instinctually ground his hips forward. Mildred gasped but didn’t pull away. Instead, her arms folded over his as he continued to anchor her.

Neither said anything for several minutes but fell into the lull and pull of the water at this depth. Unusually strong it took magic for him to hold them in place. Highland water was not a meek mistress.

“I want to hear more.”

Mildred had spoken so softly that he’d barely heard it. Adlin closed his eyes and leaned his head against hers. Why now? Things were so perfect as they were.

“Adlin,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Aye.”But nay. Still. He’d said he would. “I first dreamt of you the day you were born.”

There was no jerking motion or tenseness of her body, only patience. Relieved by her response he continued, “You were not the first. There have been many.”

That made her tense but he tightened his hold and rubbed his cheek against hers. “Men and women both. I was made to watch over many, to help guide their lives. I thought you were just another.”

Mildred remained still, waited.

Adlin brought his other arm around her. “Shortly after I watch people born I’m given direction and I help assist them to where they’re meant to go. Or at least that’s how it’s always seemed.”

“Who gives you direction?”

“The earth, the gods… the God.”

“You believe in God?”

“Aye, of course.”

This made her relax so he continued. “With you it was different. You never left me… my visions, dreams.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Adlin didn’t laugh, nor did Mildred.

“You were around ten when I realized that…” Adlin frowned then continued. “When I realized that you were here for me.”

Silence.

He wanted to read her thoughts but didn’t. This moment was hers. In fact, all were. To see inside her mind as he could most people seemed an invasion of privacy. That alone told him so much.

So he said, “Please know that I dinnae mean to frighten you. This… you… is something I’ve never experienced. You, your soul, remains as new to me as mine is to yours.”

More silence, too much silence.

It upset him. All his life he’d been patient with everyone now this mere slip of a girl was making him wait longer. Fully aroused and unbelievably out of character, he tightened his hold and ran his lips along the edge of her smooth, damp jaw.

Inch by inch, he ran his lips down toward the edge of her lips only to notice that they were quivering. Before he—with five hundred years of wizardly knowledge under his belt—knew what was coming she reached around and turned not only her lips to his but her entire body until her front meshed against his.

He growled with need, cupped her arse and pulled up, meeting the swift rise of her legs as they wrapped around him. Lips sweet with sea water crushed against his. Their tongues swooped and crashed more thoroughly than the consuming, eager ocean that cocooned them.

“Bloody hell,” he murmured into her mouth.

Unlike Mildred, he was without clothing and his member struggled against her warm belly like an anxious serpent desperate for a deep, clenching mystery. For all her youth, her lithe body seemed to have an excellent grasp of the male anatomy. Her legs tried to climb his torso and her lips molded to his with the talent of a sensual sea siren.

Before he understood what he was doing, Adlin shoved through the waves and turf and had her pinned beneath him on the less-than-smooth Scottish shore. Would this woman never stop pulling dangerous magic from him? It mattered little as he clasped her hands and dragged her arms above her head.

They still had so much to talk about. So much he needed to tell her. When a tiny, little whimper of pleasure fell from her