The Highland Laird (Lords of the Highlands #8) - Amy Jarecki Page 0,94
slid his hands down her narrow waist and pulled her hips against his. A luscious, soft bottom teased his throbbing cock as she rubbed against him. Rocking his hips forward, he bit his lip and pressed harder, until his thighs shuddered.
I haven’t even made it to the bed and I’m ready to spill.
He eased away, and she turned, her eyes dark, her lips red and parted. In one motion, she unlaced the front tie of her shift and slipped it from her shoulders.
He was afraid to move; her beauty entranced him, stunned him. Good God, if his cock met the slightest friction, it would erupt. His tongue slid to the corner of his mouth as he ached to have his lips on her pert little breasts. He needed her. He needed her now.
Wearing only her hose and slippers, Emma said nothing but told him what she wanted by slowly swirling her finger around her nipple. Swallowing hard, Ciar knelt to untie her garters, putting him at eye level with her sex. His cock strained, demanding to be set free. He jerked the ribbons as fast as he could, removed her slippers and tugged down her stockings. Mouth completely dry, he brushed a finger around the triangular outline of the auburn locks that hid her treasure.
And then she opened for him, and he smelled the delicious scent of her desire. His tongue darted out and lapped her. Moaning, Emma thrust her hips forward as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive button. Gripping his hair, she rocked against him.
He slid a finger inside her slick, wet core.
“Don’t stop,” she growled, her voice hoarse, incredibly erotic.
Ciar took her cue. He slid his finger faster while his tongue relentlessly licked.
Emma’s breathing sped until she gasped. Her body stiffened, and then her thighs convulsed. Crying out, she came undone in his mouth.
Clenching his gut against his urge to release his seed, he continued to lick until her breathing ebbed.
She tugged at his shirt. “Now you.”
Chuckling, Ciar stood. “I’d hoped to last until we made it to the bed, but the journey is questionable now.”
“How far is it?”
“About seven paces.”
A wicked grin spread across her lips. “Oh, my.”
“I can make it,” he growled, scooping her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. Gently, he rested her atop the pillows.
“But you’re still clothed,” Emma objected.
“I’ll remedy that faster than you can blink.”
Ciar unfastened his belt, dropped his kilt, and tugged off his shirt. Then he climbed in beside her. “Now where were we?”
* * *
As she reclined on the bed, Emma’s insides still quivered with pleasure. “Every night since you left Gylen, I’ve wished to lie with you again.”
“And now you will forever.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like a man starved. “I’m so very hungry for you.”
She matched his fervor, trailing kisses along his throat. “A hunger no meal can assuage.”
His voice rumbled with a deep chuckle as he rolled atop her. His tongue danced with hers, his hard body enticing her flesh. The thick column of his manhood jutted between her thighs, making the coil of hot desire fill her again. But this time she needed him inside her.
“I’m dangerously close to spilling my seed,” he whispered.
“We have a lifetime ahead of us.” She grasped his shaft and guided him toward her. “But I need all of you this time, my love.”
He slowly slid inside, his breath ragged. He filled and stretched her, caressing the spot that would send her to the stars.
His tempo increased, and Emma gripped his buttocks to urge him faster.
“I. Cannot. Hold. Back!” His voice came out strained as he met her demands.
When she bucked against him, he thrust wildly. The masculine scent of cedar and spice drove her mad. His cock filled her. Every inch of her skin craved more until she froze at the pinnacle of ecstasy. In one earth-shattering burst, she exploded around him. “Ciar, oh Ciar, I love you, I love you!”
With a bellowing roar, he thrust deep and spilled within her. His body violently shook with his release as he panted into her hair.
When at last the tension ebbed from his muscles, he swept the damp locks from her forehead and kissed her. “You consume my every thought.”
Emma used her fingers to see his face—his beauty, his kindness. Finding not a hint of worry or tightness at the corners of his mouth, she knew he was content. “Thank you for making my dreams come true.”