Highlander of My Heart (Mcardle Sisters of Courage 1)

Ruddock was not going to be denied and he wasn’t about to let his wife deny herself either. He took her face in both his hands and whispered, “Trust me, wife.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond, at least not verbally. Her body told him with the way she relaxed against him and he kissed her again, his arm circling her waist.

He sunk slowly to the floor and moved his lips off hers briefly to whisper, “Straddle me.” And he helped her, his hand going to her backside and giving her a slight boost as he returned to continue kissing her.

Her legs clutched his waist, exactly where he wanted them when his backside finally touched the floor. His hands worked their way beneath her garments, moving them out of the way, and she helped by raising herself up some and not surprisingly moving his plaid aside, not once interrupting their kiss.

He didn’t slip into her right away. He let his manhood linger between her legs, shifting his body beneath hers so that she could feel him hard and hungry for her.

She moved her mouth off his, more to take a needed breath than anything, and resting her brow to his murmured, “You tease me.”

“No, I enjoy the feel of you and the anticipation of what’s to come,” he whispered with a smile that promised.

“I can’t wait. I can’t seem to ever wait when I feel you hard against me.” She braced her hands on the wall behind him and rubbed against his manhood and sighed, feeling how it had swelled.

“Shhhh,” he warned softly, her sigh loud enough for the wind that swooped down from the hole in the roof to pick up and carry off. He reached up to cup her face in his hands and kiss her again.

She moaned in his mouth and lifted off him enough for his manhood to spring up.

“Slip him inside you,” he whispered and returned to kissing her, eager to capture her every moan.

Sorrell reached one hand down, keeping the other braced against the wall, and took hold of his manhood. It was thick and hard and pulsed in her hand as if it had a life of its own and she stroked her hand along it, eager to feel more.

Ruddock tore his mouth off hers and brought his lips close to her ear to whisper, “I will come if you continue to do that and it won’t be inside you.”

“Another time,” she whispered.

Ruddock kissed along her cheek as he drew his head back. “You can count on it, wife.”

She positioned his manhood between her legs and after shifting her hips twice, she began to sink slowly down on him. She quickly returned her hand to the wall and dropped her head down, her eyes drifting closed, as she took her time sliding down on him, relishing the glorious feel as she welcomed him inside her.

Ruddock hurried to grab her cheeks and bring her face toward him to catch her lips just in time to capture the moan he had heard building inside her.

Sorrell didn’t think making love could get any better than it had, but she was wrong. She wanted to toss her head back and moan to the heavens with pleasure. She went to pull her head out of her husband’s grip, but he wouldn’t let her go.

She glared at him not with anger but with need.

Ruddock rested his thumb on her lips, holding it firm. “Remember we’re not alone,” he warned with a soft whisper.

Her eyes went wide, having forgotten their surroundings, so lost was she in passion.

She nodded and when he removed his thumb off her lips, she locked them tight.

Ruddock smiled. He’d need to kiss her again soon. For now, he slipped his hands beneath her garment, grabbed her backside, squeezed her firm flesh, and helped her to ride him.

Sorrell fought with all her might to keep her lips sealed tight, but it was next to impossible with how her passion was building stronger and stronger inside her, swirling around, consuming her, approaching that moment when she’d scream her husband’s name over and over as her climax devoured her.

Ruddock kept his eyes on his wife, watching her beautiful face as it twisted and winced in pure pleasure as she rode him hard and fast. He feared he’d burst before she did and that he wouldn’t have. She was near, he could feel.

He moved his hands from her backside to her waist, sat up straighter, his back off the wall and whispered, “Grip my shoulders.”

She did as he said and he took command of her movements, lifting and dropping her on him, driving his manhood deep and fast and exploding her in a climax that shattered her clear down to her soul.

Ruddock saw her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open and he captured her scream with his mouth, as he spilled his seed into her.