The Highlander's Forbidden Mistress - Anna Campbell Page 0,33

the memory of this afternoon’s wretched overexcitement and its result held him back. "But not yet."

"You’re torturing me," he groaned.

The smug little cat laughed. "You’ll live." When her attention sharpened below his waist, the results were predictable. "More."

Brock dropped into the chair she’d used to such devastating effect when she’d removed her shoes and stockings. He couldn’t imagine he looked half so appealing as he tugged off his boots and stood to shed his breeches.

She shifted to rest upon the pillows piled high against the headboard. Her gaze fastened on his rampant cock. He’d thought he was already as hard as he could get, but unbelievably he experienced a fresh rush of arousal.

The silence extended.

"Selina?"

When she licked her lips, he groaned again. Still she didn’t speak.

After a bristling interval, he asked, "Have I shocked you into a trance?"

To his relief, her intense expression eased. "Did I say you’re beautiful? I was wrong."

"You were?"

"Oh, yes." He was sure now that whatever her reaction to his nakedness, disappointment wasn’t the problem. "I think splendid is a much better word."

"Selina…"

She smiled and held out a hand remarkable for its steadiness. "Now come here and do splendid things to me before I die of wanting you."

Chapter 7

Selina watched vivid excitement flood Brock’s dark features. She didn’t exaggerate when she called him splendid. All that masculine strength. All that masculine potency. How could she resist?

"My darling girl…" In two strides, he reached the bed and came down over her. She framed his narrow hips between her legs and curled her arms around his supple back. His muscles tautened beneath her touch.

She starved for him to thrust into her. He was starving, too. She could smell his need on his skin.

"You’re as hot as a fire," she said in wonder, stroking down his spine to clasp his firm male buttocks with eager hands.

"You make me burn."

She believed it. His eyes glittered with desire, and his rod was an insistent presence against her soft belly.

He kissed her hard, if too briefly, but she forgave him when he began to nip and nuzzle at her neck. Roderick had never kissed her there. Roderick had been interested in accomplishing the deed without undue effort. She’d had no idea that such a universe of pleasure awaited in another man’s arms. With every scrape of Brock’s teeth, every brush of Brock’s lips, thrills sizzled through her and the pulsing, needy weight between her legs grew more urgent.

She arched up with a broken moan, a silent plea for more. When he’d pushed inside her in the carriage, she felt complete for the first time in her life. She couldn’t wait to experience that glory again. The shift in position brushed the aching tips of her breasts across the light covering of dark hair on his chest, and the tickling friction set her aquiver with arousal.

"Brock, please…" she said, unable to put into words what she wanted.

He raised his head from where he tormented her to madness and stared down into her face. His green eyes were as dark as a forest pond. "I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you, Selina."

A warm rush of pleasure washed over her, heightening her desire. "I want you now," she rasped out.

His lips curled with the hint of teasing that always made her melt. She’d never imagined that the act of love could encompass light as well as darkness. Brock had promised her joy. With him, she discovered joy had many faces, beyond the cataclysm of sexual climax.

"Soon."

Despite her urgency, she smiled back. "You’re a tormenting beggar."

"I want to taste your breasts first. They’ve fueled my dreams, too."

His honesty drew a confession from her. "I’ve often imagined your hands on me."

His soft, surprised laugh bumped her deeper into the mattress beneath her back. "Have you indeed, you naughty lass?"

"I…I imagined you doing a lot of things to me."

"My darling…" He bent his head and traced a path of fire across her shoulder and down the slope of her breast. Her nipples tightened to the point of pain, and she bowed up in wordless encouragement.

He shifted and caught her breasts in his hands, drawing a hiss of pleasure from her as he squeezed. Then overpowering sensation vanquished her ability to breathe, as he drew one yearning nipple between his lips and brushed his thumb across the other.

Roderick had been rough, tugging on her nipples with painful enthusiasm. Brock’s touch was much more subtle. Gentle suckling on the tip made her sigh, and his hands were