The Highlander's Forbidden Mistress (The Lairds Most Likely 7)

He kissed her back with all the hunger she ignited in him. The kiss held no finesse or tenderness. When at last she drew away, his chest was heaving.

With a hint of apology, Brock touched her lip. "I bruised you."

"I don’t care," she muttered, eyes brilliant with excitement and something that looked like despair.

He reached out to offer her comfort. "Let me…"

She placed her hands flat on his chest and pushed him back until he hit the door. "No! No more talk."

He didn’t resist. During these last days, he’d shared her passion over and over. She’d offered him a satisfaction he’d never found before, but the edge to her demands tonight threatened to burn him to ash.

Selina dropped to her knees in front of him. Her skirts pooled around her like a patch of summer sky. She tugged so roughly at the fastenings on his trousers that a button flew off to bounce across the carpet.

"What the devil…"

He caught her face in one hand and tipped it up until she met his eyes. His dick was thick and throbbing after that fierce kiss and the brush of her eager hands across his clothing. The ferocious concentration she devoted to undressing him heightened his arousal. "You want me in your mouth?"

"Yes," she said on a long exhalation.

They’d tried this variation a couple of times. At first, she’d been uncertain if willing, but in the end, as he’d come to expect, she’d lifted him to summits he’d never before approached. He, the famous rake, completely undone by the virtuous widow.

"I’d like that."

She was breathing in broken gasps. Standing over her, he had a superb view of the way her breasts rose and fell under the modest bodice. "This time I want you to stay until the end."

Shock and sinful anticipation slammed through him. His cock twitched in fervent agreement with her suggestion. She’d told him not to speak. She achieved her goal. Her boldness stole his ability to put two words together. He’d never yet come in her mouth, fearing she’d find the act revolting.

Now he stared down into her flushed face with its bright, yearning eyes and asked himself how he’d ever reached that conclusion. Hadn’t this woman proven herself his equal in daring over and over?

He swallowed, but it didn’t help to ease the tightness of his throat. "I…"

She sent him a seductive smile, composed of delight in his flabbergasted reaction and anticipation over what she was about to do.

Selina caught his hand and lifted it from her cheek. "I want this."

He gulped for air again, then altogether lost the ability to breathe as she kissed his palm, circling the center with her tongue. A jolt of heat made him stagger. An even stronger reaction crashed through him when she took his thumb into her mouth and sucked. As she drew on him, he couldn’t help imagining her devoting the same attention to his prick.

He groaned and sagged against the door. "I’m all yours," he grated out.

The stark reality was that was nothing but the truth.

Through dazed eyes, he watched her undo his trousers with hands that had regained their deftness. When she uncovered his erect cock, a choked murmur of admiration escaped her.

With a tenderness that threatened to blast him to dust, she took his throbbing member in her hand. Lost to her touch, he closed his eyes and rested his head back on the wood panels behind him. He ground his teeth and told himself he wouldn’t come. But as she started to stroke him, that resolution became more and more difficult to keep.

Her caresses became more purposeful, and he clenched his hands at his sides as he struggled for control. When she rubbed her thumb over the drop of moisture on the tip, his breath released in a hiss that expressed pleasure and frustration.

Brock jerked when she closed her mouth over him. The warm, wet suction was familiar, but it never failed to set his blood on fire. One hand caressed his tight balls, while the other curved around to squeeze his buttocks and press him closer to that brazen, sumptuous mouth.

She began to suck and use her tongue on him. He was so close to losing himself, it was a miracle he didn’t flood her mouth there and then. With another guttural groan, he buried his shaking hands in her hair. "God Almighty, Selina, what you do to me."

Her hand circled the base of his dick with a firm g

rip. How did she know to the fraction of an inch how he liked it? She began to move her head in an infernal imitation of the way he thrust inside her.

But this time, praise all the angels, if angels could bring themselves to contemplate such lewdness, he didn’t have to pull free. He could give himself to her in a way he never had before. The prospect made his head reel, even as the dark flow of arousal swept him away.

She moved faster now, increasing the pressure. He groaned again and pushed further into her mouth. He was so close, so damned close.