Forbidden Highlander (Highlander Trilogy 2)

By then she would be his wife and living in the keep and he could see her anytime he wished. It had to be so; he would not have it any other way. He continued to hold her until his own eyes grew heavy with sleep, then he slipped her off his lap onto the bed.

He went and added more logs to the fire before shedding his garments. Then he gently eased her boots off her feet and took care in slipping off her clothes. She barely stirred, though he did. How could he not? Each time his fingers grazed her soft flesh, he found his member popping to attention. He warned himself to behave; she was tired and so was he. He climbed in beside her, grateful sleep seemed heavy upon him. He eased her on her side so that he could settle himself around her, and then he pulled the warm blanket over them.

He closed his eyes expecting sleep to claim him, hoping it would, but his body had a different idea, especially since her backside nestled snugly against his groin. Not to mention that his hand had settled over her breast and he itched to play with her nipple.

“Damn,” he muttered and wisely, though reluctantly moved away from her. The day and her tears had exhausted her and she needed sleep. He could not be so callous and think only of himself. He could wait until morning to make love to her.

She turned and wrapped herself around him, her leg hooking over his, her head resting on his chest and her hand…

“Damn!” he mumbled as her hand settled so close to his groin that he felt himself grow harder. He berated himself for not having left his and her clothes on. But it was too late now, the deed was done and he would suffer for his foolishness.

She rubbed against him, as if in need and he thought for a moment that she had woken but was disappointed when she settled peacefully against him after a few moments.

This was going to be a long night if he couldn’t get to sleep and soon. He remained as still as he could, not wanting to lose the battle he was waging to wake her and plunge into her since his need was growing stronger by the minute.

He forced his eyes closed intending to force himself to sleep when suddenly her hand drifted over his hardness and took hold. His eyes sprang open and he waited, but nothing happened. Her hand remained still, her grip firm, and he lay in agony.

Wake her you fool, he argued with himself but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It would be selfish of him, and this was one time he certainly would enjoy being selfish.

His breath caught as her hand began to move and he remained still not wanting to disturb her, not wanting her to stop. And she didn’t. He closed his eyes and enjoyed himself thinking any minute now she would stop and he would be left aching. She slowed some and he thought it the end, but a moment later she resumed a steady rhythm and he smiled at his good fortune.

He lay there enjoying himself when suddenly she stopped. He silently cursed the end of his good fortune, though what happened next nearly had him bolting off the bed.

Dawn eased herself down over him and took him in her mouth. His eyes popped open and he leaned up on his elbows. She lifted her head and gave him a wicked lick.

He grinned and shook his head. She had never been sleeping; she had been teasing him and damn if he hadn’t enjoyed it. He dropped back and let her have her way with him.

She licked, nipped, and sucked until he thought he would go mad. Then the thought hit like a punch to the gut… she had complete power over him at this moment. He bolted up, his hands reaching for her waist, grabbing hold, and lifting her up and over to drop on the bed, and then he came down on top of her.

With a quick nudge of his knee to spread her legs apart, he sunk into her and he knew he would not last long. She had aroused him to the point of climax and there was no controlling it. He had to come; he couldn’t stop it, and he wanted her to join him.

Dawn startled when he swiftly and all in one fluid motion swung her off him and beneath him and entered her like an avenging warrior. She grabbed his stiff forearms on either side of her and held on as he hovered over her repeatedly driving in and out of her.

“You’ll climax with me,” he ordered. “That’s not a request.”

She had no trouble obeying his command; she had wanted the same herself.