The Highlander's Forbidden Mistress - Anna Campbell Page 0,51

dial. "No, it’s not five yet."

Two hours until they were due to leave, then. It wasn’t much of a reprieve. Selina had to reach London tonight, so they needed to be on the road before dawn. She couldn’t bring herself to contemplate the thought.

With a sleepy sigh, Brock set his watch back on the table and turned to curve his hand behind her neck. "Come here."

The low purr and the sensual gleam in his eyes told her he had plans for what time remained to them. She had no objection. How could she refuse one last chance to experience that radiant closeness?

The taste of his lips was delicious. The kiss soon turned carnal, and Brock crushed her into the sheets. She reached down to encircle his erection, and a growl of pleasure escaped her. "I don’t know how you do it. We’ve been going all night."

He caught her hand and drew it to his lips. "You’re all the incentive I need, my bonny."

She wriggled until she cradled him between her thighs. "Then don’t wait. I need to fuck."

His laugh was wry. "You’d better forget I taught you such dirty words."

As she bent her knees on either side of his narrow hips, she regarded him without smiling. "I never want to forget a single second of what we’ve done together."

His amusement faded, and she saw that he was doing his best to place a brave face on their forthcoming separation. The prospect of imminent parting left him devastated, too. She should feel better to know that this affair had branded him, but she was too heartsick.

"Selina…" He kissed her again, a turbulent expression of desire and regret that had her heart cramping with poignant emotion.

She ripped her lips away from his and gazed into his face. The first time she saw him, she’d noticed his striking beauty. Now she saw so much more. Kindness and humor and intelligence. And care.

She wondered what Brock would look like when he was old. If he persisted in this life of idle debauchery, it would mark him. The cynicism he shed in her company would set a permanent sneer into his features. Whereas if he found purpose and happiness, his beauty would endure.

I could make you happy.

Selina capped that thought before it drove her to despair. Wishing for what she couldn’t have was the sure path to madness.

"Put your cock inside me," she whispered, despite everything a little shocked at such words leaving her lips.

He smiled down at her with the affection that she’d tried so hard not to rely upon. Because while he might be fond of her, she had no delusion that this affair would change his life. Once she was gone, he’d take another woman into his bed, then another. And despite her strictures to herself that jealousy did her no good, right now she was sick with jealousy. She wanted to hunt down those unknown hussies and rip every hair from their no doubt empty heads.

She supposed she’d hear about his new amours. The papers were quick to print any gossip about the disreputable Lord Bruard and his scandalous exploits.

Every time she saw his name, her heart would break all over again.

But that was in the future. A future that seemed as bleak and empty as a desert. At this moment, she had the man she wanted in her arms and he desired only her. She refused to let bitterness infect their last hours.

"Aye, with pleasure, my sweet lassie." His brogue was thicker this morning. Always a sign of strong emotion.

Reveling in the perfect union, she rose to meet him as he slid inside her. She’d spend the rest of her life feeling as though half of her soul was missing.

Brock propped himself up on his elbows and stared down into her face with intent green eyes. He set up a slow, relentless rhythm, penetrating to the hilt, before withdrawing in a smooth glide that made her quake. She reached her peak twice while he kept up that incessant rocking motion. With every thrust, he laid claim to her.

They didn’t speak. Their bodies said everything they needed to.

Only toward the end when Brock’s chest was heaving and his skin was damp with the effort of holding back did a guttural question escape him. "Shall I pull out?"

She firmed her grip on his hips and pulled him closer. "No."

Even then, the deep strokes continued, until Selina shattered into another exhausted climax. She was swollen and aching after all these hours of passion,