The Highlander's Forbidden Mistress - Anna Campbell Page 0,22

it. Not that the fastenings were complicated. But clarity of thought was impossible when she was in such a fever.

They both heaved a sigh of relief when his rod rose from his open breeches. She curled a shaking hand around him, marveling at the heat and power in her grip. He groaned again and closed his eyes as if he were in pain.

"Am I hurting you?" Selina asked, despite his earlier assurances.

"I’m dying," he muttered, then opened eyes that gleamed with wicked humor. "For want of you."

She stifled a giggle and squeezed, until strain tightened his striking features. "You’ll have to teach me how to touch you."

Humor twisted his mouth. "You’re doing a fine job on your own."

Gripping more tightly, she slid her hand up and down, feeling the hard veins pulsing under the silky skin. His organ fascinated her. It seemed a privilege to discover Brock’s nakedness.

With his wife, Roderick had been a modest man, although she couldn’t imagine he was half so shy with his whores. All she’d known of her husband’s genitals was as a hard and painful presence shoving into her.

In gratitude, she kissed Brock. His unabashed desire set off another of those hot surges of craving. She shifted until she clasped him tight between her spread legs. Moving with the carriage, she descended to take him with remarkable ease. It was as if she’d been created to fit him.

"Selina…" he said on a long drawn-out hiss of pleasure, as his hands flexed on her hips under the fall of her skirts. He looked eager and hungry, but she caught the ghost of something more profound in his eyes.

The vehicle’s sway shifted her over him in a most arousing way. She’d never thought of enjoying a lover’s touch in a speeding vehicle. The experience proved…piquant.

Cautiously she rose, drawing a long, guttural groan from him. His grasp tightened as she lowered. She curled her hands over his shoulders, although she knew he wouldn’t let her fall.

"Use me," he said in a gravelly voice.

"I will." She hardly noted what she said. She was too aware of the hard, throbbing flesh filling her. Pleasure spiraled as she settled into a rhythm that matched the carriage’s lurching and her own impulses. She gasped for air as her movements grew faster, uncoordinated, desperate.

The need for release coiled tighter and tighter, as the sweet friction of their union pushed her toward the edge. Brock tilted his hips and went deeper.

"Let me," he said.

"Yes." She cried out as he reached beneath her skirts to find her sex. The world dissolved into cascading stars. Hurtling through an agony of delight, she clenched hard around him.

Brock caught her up for a carnal, openmouthed kiss before he lifted her off him. She lay back, struggling to keep her place on the seat as the coach swayed.

He fumbled for his handkerchief and spilled into it. When he’d finished, he released a quivering sigh and collapsed against the red leather upholstery.

Tremors of bliss still shook Selina. She’d just soared to heights of rapture she’d never imagined existed. "You’re a considerate lover."

"I promised." Weariness weighed his answer, as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

He took care of her, as he vowed he would. It was rank stupidity to feel cheated at the waste of his seed outside her body. Yet cheated she felt. But she wanted him so much. Part of that wanting was for him to give her everything.

"Is it satisfying to pull out like that?"

Without opening his eyes, he raised expressive black eyebrows. "I find it preferable to using a sheath."

"What’s a sheath?"

A hint of fondness softened his smile. "You’re such a damned fascinating mixture, Selina. You take me to heaven and back by riding me like you were born to service me. It makes me forget how innocent you are."

"I’m unworldly," she said with a hint of grimness, sitting up gingerly and sliding her feet to the floor. "Not innocent. There’s a difference."

This time he focused those acute green eyes on her. "Aye, you’re right. Nobody who has been through what you have could be called untouched."

"So what’s a sheath?"

"Sewn sheep gut that covers the cock and stops the seed reaching the woman."

"Ugh!" she said with a grimace. "Doesn’t it slip off at the height of…"

His grunt expressed amusement. "You tie it on with ribbons."

She couldn’t contain a giggle. "Good Lord."

"Aye, it’s quite a sight."

Selina stared down to where his organ lay flaccid. Even now, it was impressive. Brock must have noted her