Enraptured by the Highlander

His hands were running along the curve of her spine, and his voice was a soft rumble. “There’s nothin’ to forgive, lass. I ken ye did yer best.”

“No,” she grumbled. “I did not do my best, if I had, I’d know where your road to freedom is and now, I don’t have the slightest clue to—”

Caelan’s lips silenced her. Her muffled protest turned into a moan of pleasure. The Scotsman pulled away, only to search her eyes and grin before he was kissing her again, deeper this time. The kiss was questioning, consuming, demanding, and evoked the fire she felt from the first time he had kissed her, only this time the flame grew hotter. His lips caressed hers, coaxing her to open them and then his tongue slipped inside her mouth. His callused hand came around the back of her neck to hold her in place.

One of his large hands grabbed her hip and hauled her into his lap while they kissed. He brushed the pad of his thumb into her mouth and the warmth of him made her breasts get sensitive and her nipples taut.

Adelaine pulled away and licked her lips. He came closer, so close she could see the various shades of green in his eyes. He did not kiss her but his mouth lingered an inch away from her. It was a taunt, for her to claim what she wanted, if she dared to do so.

As if she was in a trance, she reached up and laced her fingers into his thick red hair, light and freshly washed. “You washed this morning?”

“If ye call have a pail of melting snow being dumped o’er me head as washing then yes,” Caelan snorted. “Yer faither doesnae want any remnant of a Scottish pig around. That is the only reason I can ken he makes me wash.”

Adelaine was mesmerized by his eyes and only dimly felt the slide of his hand over her back, and to her bottom then to her thigh. Suddenly, her gown was being pushed up over her thighs as his fingers deftly ran over her bare skin.

She kissed him softly, tentatively, her stomach mixed with a toxic combination of desire and uncertainty. He kissed her back but then his mouth strayed to her jaw, and then to the sensitive skin of her neck. His mouth dropped hot kisses against her skin, and he suckled on a patch just above her pulse point. A fire began to burn from the deepest part of her body and she began to crave his touch.

“Tell me to stop, lass,” his voice was guttural.

Clenching at the hairs at the back of his head she said, “No, don’t stop.”

Desire trembled inside her as, under her dress, she felt his hand inched up her thigh. It slipped under her petticoat and smock and she felt the urge to move away when his fingers traced the seam of her hip, but did not. When his hand moved to the curls between her legs, her breath disappeared.

He rained kisses on her neck and as he touched her there, she felt warm slick on her flesh. His touch was light but sent sparks through her body. Adelaine clung on his shoulders as she lifted her hips, craving more of his touch.

“Stop me,” he said, but she knew he did not mean it.

“No,” she breathed out as the tremors of his touch spent sparks through her blood. “Show me, show me it all.”

“Nay lass,” he said while kissing her neck. “I cannae show ye all, nae here. Nae on the ground.”

“What more can you show me then?” Her voice trembled.

Good God, she felt how she had gotten so slick with every pass of his finger over her silken petals, and before she could get used to the touch, she felt a shocking stretch…his finger pushed gently past her the entrance’s resistance and went inside her. She gasped as her muscles accepted him and he groaned as she flexed around him.

“Lass, yer so tight,” he rasped.

His finger played inside her, thrusting deeper and deeper with each pass, but not going so deep that he’d break her maidenhead. While fingering her, his thumb put pressure on her tiny nub just under the hood of her mound. His fingers sent sparks across her vision and shivers through her body.

“Oh God,” she shivered as he pleasured her. “This is…”

“Just ye wait, lass,” he growled in her ear. “Wait until I get ye on a bed and use me tongue on ye.”

The image of him kissing her down there had her mind tipping over into the pool on pleasure. Jolts of shocking heat passed through her in rapid bursts of passion, taking her whole body on a scintillating high and leaving her limp after.

He held her shivering body in his arms and his scruffy cheek was brushing hers as she recovered and caught her breath against his chest. “Ah lass, ye respond to me touch perfectly.”

Adelaine shook her head, “Where did that come from? Not that I’m complaining.”

Caelan’s lips inched up to her red cheek. “I wanted to do that to ye the day I truly saw ye and how beautiful ye were, but that was only lust, lass. Now that I ken yer heart and mind, I ken that is it nae just yer face that is lovely— every part of ye are.”

Her hand cupped his cheek and her fingertips scratched over his soft beard. “I see you too. I can see your love for your people and saving lives every time you talk.”

“Adelaine,” he said, his tone dropping from light to cautious, even warning, “Ye dae ken that if ye get the plan for the tunnel and I escape, yer faither will cast ye as a conspirator and a traitor.”

Her expression went grim and she shifted away from his lap to sit near him. “It has occurred to me once or twice.”

“Are ye still ready—”