The Highlander's Forbidden Mistress - Anna Campbell Page 0,20

Brock pushed up her skirts to reveal her thighs and stomach. A stomach that felt tight and heavy with burgeoning arousal. When he bent to kiss her thighs, the heat of his lips shuddered through her like an explosion. She stared down at his thick dark hair, disheveled after she’d run her hands through it when he thrust inside her.

"Hold your skirts up for me," he murmured.

She fumbled to obey as he pushed her knees apart, his eyes glued to the secret hollows of her body. She told herself that once she’d accepted Brock’s invitation to become his lover, modesty had no place. But she couldn’t silence twenty-seven years of virtue so easily. Right now, she was frantic to cover herself.

"I’m making you nervous," he said without looking up.

More of that perception. Again it surprised her.

"Yes," she admitted.

"You’ll like this."

"I’m sure I will. But you’re staring."

"That’s because you’re so damned beautiful."

She’d been blushing since he’d suggested kissing her…there. Now her cheeks went as hot as fire. "I can’t imagine…"

"Believe me, you’re beautiful. Everywhere." As if to prove he meant it, he leaned in so close, she felt a humid puff of breath on her mound. The sensation summoned a deep liquid response from inside her that left her gasping.

Brock growled with approval. "Lean back and tilt your hips forward."

Selina obeyed, reaching to hook one trembling hand through the strap dangling from the roof. She tried not to think how this new position exposed her even more blatantly. As the vehicle bounced along the rough road, she caught her breath and held it.

Every muscle tightened while she braced for his mouth to touch her cleft. Instead he began to kiss her thighs, nipping, licking, tasting. On an audible gust, she exhaled. With possessive caresses that made her quiver like a sapling in a gale, his hands ran up and down her legs.

Only when she was shivering with need did he spread her legs wider and place his mouth over her center. Fire raged through her, threatened to incinerate her to smoking ash.

"Brock!" she cried out, bucking up toward him and releasing her creased skirts to grab his hair.

When his tongue started to explore every intimate fold, shock held her motionless. Then he found the place that turned her to quaking jelly. He teased her until pleasure swelled in a great wave. She’d been reaching for her peak before he pulled out of her. This time, the crest of sensation flung her higher and higher.

Selina cried out again in joy and gratitude as a spasm of rapture cramped every muscle. When she returned to the world, he remained kneeling between her legs. His green eyes were heavy with satisfaction, although he’d done nothing to take care of his own release.

"That was…wonderful." Her voice was thick with the lingering effects of her climax. She untangled her hand from the strap. At the height, she’d clutched it so hard that the leather had bit into her palm. Astonishment made her stammer. "I had no idea."

Brock bent his head to place a kiss on her curls and shifted back. Through dazed eyes, she watched him wipe his mouth. Something about his ease with what they’d done banished her excruciating embarrassment. "Shall we try the other again?"

She felt like she’d been racked upon the stars. She felt like her bones had dissolved into hot syrup. "I doubt I could sit up."

"I’ll hold onto you." He regarded her with steady interest that summoned another blush. "The decision is yours."

When she’d surrendered to that searing release, she’d assumed she’d feel sated, at least until they reached the hunting lodge. Now staring into his intent dark face, fresh restlessness stirred.

Because when his big body united with hers, she’d felt whole for the first time in her life. It was dangerous to lend an emotional slant to what she and Brock did. She’d find it difficult enough to reconcile herself to a future without sensual satisfaction, especially after what she’d just discovered. Only a fool would talk herself into a broken heart as well. But even knowing the risk, something in her soul had yearned toward him when they joined.

And she’d wanted more.

"In that case, I’m all yours."

He rose to resume his place on the seat. This time, she kept her balance better and her movements were less awkward as she placed herself over him.

Nor was he in such a furious hurry, although the bulge in his breeches betrayed his fierce need. Instead of opening his front fall and pulling