Quest of the Highlander (Crowns & Kilts #5) - Cynthia Wright Page 0,82

as she opened to him, meeting his tongue. Arousal surged through him. His heart began to pound and his cock stiffened, aching for her in a way he’d never known was possible. There were no words for his feelings. He would simply have to show her.

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Nora found herself kneeling with Lennox on the rush-strewn floor, her resistance burned away completely in the fire of their passion. His mouth was intoxicating. How she had missed him! His hands, so beautifully masculine, seemed to burn away her clothing, no longer gentle but confident, even commanding. When, for a moment, her mind engaged, and she started to draw back, Lennox clasped the back of her head and warned, “Nay. Ye are mine.”

Oh, yes. She gazed into his gold-flecked green eyes. Perhaps they were meant to have this interlude to hold onto later, when they were separated. When he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, she made no protest. Instead, as he undressed her by the flickering light of one remaining candle, her fingers moved to unfasten the front of his tunic and then his belt. He was so gloriously made, sculpted yet warm and utterly human, and Nora wanted to touch him—every inch of him.

Only tonight, she reminded herself. Soon enough, they would have to deal with the real world, but surely they deserved to savor these moments of bliss.

Lennox straddled her hips, deftly unlacing her bodice then her kirtle, drawing them off, his expression frankly carnal as he rendered her naked. When her breasts were bared, he drew in his breath, and Nora wanted to cover herself. Her nipples had been tender in recent days, one more sign of her condition.

He cupped her right breast, squeezing gently, and she felt a lightning burst of sensation.

“Ah, how beautiful ye are,” he said, his voice hoarse. He framed her slender torso with his splayed fingers and drew her up off the bed until his cheek lightly scraped her breast.

She smothered a gasp, wanting to beg him to touch her nipple. After an endless moment, his tongue, hot and wet, did just that, and an erotic response surged deep in her belly. She throbbed there, wet and warm, longing for just one thing. As he began to suck her nipple, slowly, like an artist wielding a paintbrush, she dropped her head back, her hair spilling over the coverlet. Lennox lowered himself slightly, leaning forward so that his erection brushed her nether lips, teasing, tantalizing, as he continued to suckle first one nipple and then the other. She opened her thighs wider. The storm was building inside her, cresting and retreating, driving her mad.

Suddenly impatient for control, Nora reached up for his shoulders and tried unsuccessfully to move him. “Let me, please, let me,” she whispered urgently. Their eyes locked for an instant in the flickering light before he allowed her to push him back on the bed. She rolled on top of his powerful body, feeling exultant.

“What do ye mean to do with me, lass?” he rasped, arching a golden brow.

She replied by straddling him as he had done her, leaning forward over his hard-muscled chest to kiss him. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, and Lennox’s hands roamed over her hips, her bottom, the small of her back, then back up to her sensitive breasts.

“Tell me what ye want, love,” he invited, his gaze smoldering.

She thrust her breasts out toward him, cupping one herself so that the nipple brushed his lips. “I want more. Please, more.”

He obeyed, sucking, licking, moving from one breast to the other until the waves of arousal broke higher and higher. She was nearly there. As if sensing this, Lennox reached around with both hands and cupped her bottom, his fingers straying between her legs, groaning when he felt how slick and ready she was. Nora sat down on the pulsing length of him, rubbing back and forth, finding her own rhythm.

“That’s it, lass,” he urged softly, just before the clouds opened, lightning struck, and pleasure cascaded out from her core like a hot summer storm.

For an instant, her vision dimmed. Damp with perspiration, she lay down over his body, her heart thundering. “Oh. Oh!” she panted.

“Now will ye let me have a turn?”

She heard the smile in his voice. “Not yet. Lie still.”

“This is torture, lass.”

Nora smiled into his eyes, loving the sense of play and trust between them. “Now you know how I feel, when you are on