The Highlander's Lost Lady (The Lairds Most Likely 3)
“And it’s daytime.”
“Och, we’ve made love in the daytime plenty of times before.”
“In our rooms.” Fiona had got into the habit of afternoon “naps,” although precious little sleeping ever took place.
“Time for a change of scene, surely. If you’re missing the night, I’ll do my best to make ye see stars.”
“That’s a rash promise, my cocky laddie.” The carnal promise in her smile sent heat rippling through him. She dragged his head down toward hers. “Just make sure you keep it,” she murmured against his mouth.
The eagerness in her lips made his head swim, and he kissed her back with unabashed appreciation. She fumbled at the front fall of his breeches until he sprang free, full and ready.
When her fingers curled tight around the hot column of flesh, he groaned.
“Aye, that’s it, my darling,” he bit out as that clever hand squeezed the head of his cock. He reached forward to gather up her skirts, but she brushed his hands away.
“No.”
“No?”
“Not yet. Let me service you first.”
His heart crashed against his ribs. “Fiona?”
“Take a step back.”
Dizzy with anticipation, he retreated far enough to allow her to sink to her knees in front of him. She’d taken him in her mouth before and even seemed to enjoy it, once she’d recovered from her astonishment at the whole concept. But the prospect of her doing this to him here, with nothing above them but God’s bonny blue sky, made him shake with sinful excitement.
When the wet heat of her mouth enclosed him, he released a long, shuddering groan. His hands framed her head, tangling in silky blond hair as she drew hard on him. The sensations rocketing through him flared to a wildfire.
As she fondled his tight balls, she adjusted the angle and took him deeper. Struggling against losing himself, he ground his teeth together. Her tongue swirled around him, and as she began to move her head up and down, he was the one who saw stars.
He sucked in a breath that tasted of pine needles and arousal. The pressure built higher and higher. He was so close…
Clumsily, he staggered back. He’d come in her mouth during prior encounters, but today he wanted to share the pleasure in the most intimate way he knew. “Wait, sweetheart.”
She tilted her head to regard him with a puzzled expression. “I want this.”
Her lips glistened where she’d taken him. He closed his eyes briefly and wondered if he was mad to stop her at this point, but he burned to be between her legs when he spilled his seed.
“And I want ye.” He caught her under her arms and hoisted her to her feet. “Turn around and put your hands against the tree.”
Once she might have hesitated to obey him, but the trust between them now was so strong, it was invincible. Panting, she shifted to place her palms flat on the rough tree trunk.
“Push your hips out toward me,” he said in a voice that rasped like a file on metal.
“You’re going to use me like a stallion covers a mare,” she said in wonder.
“Aye.”
She lowered her head, lifting her hips toward him in silent invitation. With shaking hands, he flung up her skirts and petticoats to reveal luscious buttocks draped in sheer lawn drawers.
Diarmid ripped the strings of her drawers and shoved the filmy material down to her ankles. The sight of her bare arse had him bending to scrape his teeth over the firm flesh. She moaned and edged back in wordless encouragement.
“Step out of them,” he growled.
Once she did, he reached between her thighs to stroke her cleft. She shivered under his touch. She was close to ready, even before his fingers explored the delicate folds. When he teased the center of her pleasure, she rewarded him with a broken cry and a gush of feminine heat.
He didn’t linger. They were both hungry for what was about to happen. With urgent hands, he caught her hips and slid into her, basking in her body’s avid welcome. Miraculously he felt her clench around him in swift ecstasy. On a groan, he thrust hard.