To Tempt a Scotsman (Somerhart 1)

"Are you tender?"

She shook her head, frantic.

"What about here?" One long finger eased into her body.

"Oh!" Alex squirmed hard against the heel of his hand. "No!"

"And this?"

"Oh," she repeated as a second finger pressed against her, urged her flesh to give way. Her body took him snugly in with the slightest twinge of discomfort. "Just a little."

"Mm. And here?" He smiled as he asked, smiled as he rubbed his hand in a firm circle that rolled her eyes in her skull.

Wet heat touched her breast and her eyes popped open to find his head bent over her nipple, to see the flick of his tongue as he teased her.

"Oh, God," she moaned as tendrils of sharp heat squeezed through her body, flickering up and down on invisible threads that linked her breasts to her womb.

His mouth left her, his fingers too. She moaned a protest, but was held speechless by the continuing sparks of pleasure. A soft touch urged her legs apart, and when she opened her heavy eyes he was poised above her, face fierce and edged with that wildness. A firm length rubbed her, sent sparks flying again, then he was stretching her, filling her with one slow push of his hips.

Alexandra's mouth fell open to suck in air. The pressure was tremendous, a little uncomfortable, but good in a way she couldn't have imagined. He eased something deep inside her, pushed her wide and open, making a place for himself inside her body that she hadn't known was there.

His hips finally sat tight in the curve of her thighs. There. There. He did fit. Tears filled her eyes. She arched her head away to hide them but heard his sharp breath all the same.

"Alex?" he started to lift up.

"Yes," she gasped and clasped her hands behind his neck.

His whole body heaved with a sigh before he curved into her and kissed her deeply. The tug of his body sliding out made her writhe until he thrust back in, less gently this time. Another withdrawal. He eased further up her body then, shifted his hips and this time, this time, when he thrust he rubbed against a spot that sent pleasure breaking along her skin like cracks in weakening glass.

A high croak jumped from her throat.

"Ah," Collin moaned, a pleased sound.

Oh, God, he moved again, pushing and rubbing and fill­ing until she screamed. In and out and in again, so smoothly that it all blended together into one long assault of pleasure twisting her insides into knots of joy.

Some small part of her mind felt the skin of his shoul­ders give under her nails and reveled in his hiss of pain. His hurt got tied up somehow in her pleasure and she knew she should stop and couldn't. Couldn't let go her grip on him, and the harder she clutched the harder he thrust, until the tight coil in her belly finally sprung loose, overwhelm­ing her as nothing ever had.

Alex screamed, screamed till her throat hurt and the sound died, but she still gasped and sobbed into his neck because he didn't stop. He kept driving into her and it came again, exploding waves that jerked her hips even under his weight.

She couldn't bear any more, almost asked him to stop, but she opened her clenched eyes and the sight of his face stilled her words. He was beautiful, strained and stark and blind with pleasure. The tendons of his neck stood out like metal under flesh. His cheekbones pushed against his skin. And then she saw it coming over him even as it built again in her. As she closed her eyes and opened herself, he quickened and roughened and shuddered. When he slipped out of her body, she wanted to weep, but clasped him to her instead, holding tight as she could while pleasure wracked him.

The world swirled around their bed, settling and stilling as the minutes passed. Alexandra stared in disbelief at the timbers of the ceiling above.

"You were . . ." She swallowed her hoarseness. "You were right. We fit splendidly."

Collin's body shook above her. She took it to be laugh­ter, but he didn't make a sound. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "I've never fit quite so well in my life."

"No?" A pleased warmth swept over her, coaxing a grin.

His weight lightened as he raised to his elbows to peer at her smile. He smiled back. "No."

Alex threw her arms around his neck and laughed aloud.

Chapter 12

When Collin woke, the evening sun fell across their bodies in a hot line. Alex had thrown aside the blankets so her naked body glowed a soft peach in the light.

Collin turned onto his back. He didn't need to watch her, couldn't bear to. A few days more, a week, that's all he had. And he'd already memorized every slow curve, every hollow.