Highland Escape - Cathy MacRae Page 0,86

gazed upon her. Nothing more, except to feel his hands and body on hers.

Anna draped a leg over his, offering herself to him as she reached around his neck to pull him into a kiss. He did not hesitate, claiming her mouth possessively, demanding, challenging her to match him passion for passion. Moaning, Anna pushed her leg over, crawling on top, the most intimate part of her pressed against his arousal. She rubbed along his length, yearning to have him inside her.

Duncan growled and stopped her movement. “Nae, my love. We shall save the best for our wedding night. I have other plans for our pleasure this afternoon.” He rolled her onto her back.

Anna pushed her bottom lip out in a pout, feigning the sting of rejection. He chuckled, then sucked on her inadvertent offering.

Anna’s hands skimmed his back, landing on his buttocks, squeezing the taut muscle.

Duncan smiled against her lips. “Remember, I told ye ’twas my turn next.” He palmed her breasts, lightly tracing his fingertips over her skin. Her nipples grew erect as he lightly pulled at them. A soft moan escaped her lips.

As his hot, wet mouth claimed her breast, she arched upward, deepening this new kiss, this new sensation. She moaned louder as his tongue rasped against the sensitive nub and shivers of delight coursed through her body.

His mouth suckled and licked one breast while his hand gently tugged and twisted the nipple of her other.

“Duncan please, I cannot breathe,” she gasped. He nipped and pulled at her soft flesh, switching to the other with his mouth, his hand teasing its twin.

The pounding of her blood echoed in her head. A delicious, torturous sensation grew in her belly, centering in the hidden part of her. It pulsed through every nerve, building in intensity.

The sucking, licking and tugging all melded into one sensation. He caught one nipple in his teeth while his tongue rapidly flicked across it.

“Harder, harder,” she pleaded, her voice scarcely above a whisper.

She trembled, the sensations too much to take. Suddenly, her body tightened and waves of pleasure shook her entire being. Her hands buried in his hair as she keened his name. A feeling of floating overtook her, her breathing ragged. Duncan kissed her neck, nibbled her ear as his hand smoothed the flesh of her belly in small circular patterns.

New sensations drew her attention. Duncan’s fingers brushed along her stomach, lightly stopping at her hipbones and on to her upper thighs. Her legs involuntarily parted at his touch. He kissed and licked the sensitive pulse points along her neck, his fingers never resting as he continued his slow exploration of her thighs.

Anna raised her hips. She wanted him to touch her there, she needed him to touch her there. He finally brushed her soft curls. Anna sucked in a sharp breath, opening her eyes to see Duncan watching her expression.

“I love ye, my sweet Anna,” he whispered on her lips as he kissed her again. “I love the way yer body responds to my touch.”

She whimpered and gasped as his fingers lightly grazed her folds. She thrust her hips upward, seeking greater contact with his hand.

As he parted her tender flesh with a finger, she shuddered, twisting the blanket with both hands. He slowly drew his finger up and down her wetness, lightly teasing the center of her pleasure. With each stroke, Anna’s body shook in response. She matched the rhythm of his hand with her hips, lost in the pleasure of his clever fingers on her most feminine parts.

Duncan increased his speed and pressure. Again, a warm tension in her core built, escalating faster.

“Duncan, oh Duncan… I don’t…”

Waves of pleasure crested and she clenched around his fingers, holding onto them, her body shuddering, blinding her to all else.

Duncan rained light kisses on her mouth, and her tongue swirled lazily with his. He shifted his body and suckled her breasts, taking first one and then the other nipple into his mouth, pulling lightly with his lips, tonguing each sensitive nub of flesh. Then he lightly traced the blue woad lines on her shoulders.

Anna sighed. “I never knew such a thing was possible. I understand now why women chase men if this is what they can expect.”

“Aye, ’tis why men chase women, also.”

Propping up on an elbow, she asked, “Is it like this for everyone?”

He gazed into her eyes. “Nae. ’Tis so powerful for us because of the love we share. ’Tis why love is considered so precious, and rare. I promise ’twill