A Very Highland Holiday - Kathryn Le Veque Page 0,53

bit muffled by her skirts.

Clearly, he didn’t know her well. Which meant they should not be doing something so astoundingly intimate and immoral. “I just—”

He stole her words with one wicked kiss. One wicked, carnal, wet, and languorous kiss to lips that had never before known the mouth of a man.

Suddenly the entire world was very far away. Anything and anyone she’d ever known might never have existed. She was not herself. He was not a dead Earl. They were not in Scotland on a snowy winter night trapped by a gale and perhaps by fate.

There was only what his mouth did to her sex.

First, he supped and sampled in teasing little tucks and twirls, using only his lips, causing her body to respond with little flinching twitches as the pleasure ebbed and flowed beginning at her core and sparkling through her entire body. She’d have not been able to support herself in such a position if it weren’t for his arms winched around her thighs, taking the crux of her weight.

His tongue joined the fray before too long, eliciting a sharp gasp of delight from her as her knuckles tightened on the headboard. His mouth was relentlessly skilled as he slipped and slid around and through the petals of her flesh with inquisitive delight.

It was an exquisite torture. An excruciating bliss.

She wondered dimly where the distant, pathetic, demanding little mewls and gasps were coming from. Surely not her. She’d never dream of making such sounds.

Then, oh then, merciless monster that he was, he cleaved her with the flat of his tongue. Tasting the entirety of her topography, he laved at the little bud at the aperture of her sex with a relentless pressure that catapulted her into the stars.

Her fingernails scored the wood of the bed frame as he centered all his attentions on her core, his muscles tightening around her thighs as she bucked and writhed, arched and contracted against the onslaught of pulsating pleasure. She rode his magnificent mouth as unadulterated bliss rolled over her like a tide this time, slamming into her with the strength of a rogue wave and drawing her under. Each time she threatened to surface, the wave in the distance was upon her and again she would be dragged beneath it, helpless against the fluid potency.

And yet he was her anchor, his unfailing strength gifting her with the precious knowledge that she would never be lost. Not while he held her.

He unlatched himself from her with a noisy sound before the storm of her climax had truly passed. She made a plaintive sound in her throat as his strong hands held her legs open and he maneuvered himself into a sitting position. Resting his back against the headboard, he split her legs over his lap while she still shuddered and twitched in the aftermath of an orgasm woefully interrupted.

He stared at her for a moment, and Vanessa scrambled to find her wits so she could fathom what she read in his eyes.

But she never had a chance, not when he lowered her to where the hot, blunt head of his cock rested against the flesh still quivering with release.

Before she could beg him to do so, he lowered her onto him, filling her with one long, slow impale.

Chapter Seven

If John wasn’t already dead, joining with this woman would have killed him.

The wet velvet sheath of her was a heaven in its own right as it welcomed his cock, giving way only in incremental inches as her intimate flesh pulsed around him.

He set his jaw against the storm of a release already gathering at the base of his spine.

It was why he’d not undressed her.

Of course, he’d wanted to see her body again. To unwrap her like God’s very own Christmas gift. But also, he found her prim, high collar stitched with simple lace unwaveringly erotic when her sex was currently pulling his straining shaft into her body somewhere beneath her skirts.

It would last longer like this. Without the added tantalization of watching her unbound breasts sway in front of his eyes.

It’d been longer than a century since he’d been with a woman, goddammit, and a man could only take so much.

But she took all of him. And she gave as well, holding nothing back as he made his erotic demands of her.

God, she was magnificent. Her lips bee-stung from his punishing kisses and her silver eyes a gunmetal grey, dark and dilated with passion and the aftershocks of a pleasure he was