Chapter Thirty-Three #3
After scrambling off his lap, she knelt facing him, between his legs. She glanced down to see the tip of his shaft protruding from the water. Heat and arousal drenched her. Dropping the soap, she slid her lathered hands up and down his sleek, stone-hard length.
He muttered a curse and stiffened, his eyes growing even darker. Was he near to losing control? Deciding to tease and tempt him, she took the soap and slicked it over his sculpted chest, around his neck, under his arms.
When he tried to stroke her nipples, she caught his hand and washed his arm but his other hand found its mark, tweaking her already hard nipple.
He pulled her astride his thighs. “Lean back.”
“Why?”
“I want to wash your hair.” He grinned.
Looking into his mischievous eyes, she wondered what he was about. “How?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Aye, you ken I do.”
“Then relax.”
When she leaned backward, he dipped her long hair into the water, then pulled her upright. He combed soapy fingers through her hair then rubbed his fingertips against her scalp. It felt heavenly. She sighed, enjoying that and his hard member pressed against her lower belly.
“Time to lean back and rinse,” he said. Once she did and her hair was free of suds, he tugged her up again. “That was one luscious sight,” he murmured, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
She blushed, imagining herself as he must have seen her, back arched, breasts thrust upward.
He captured her lips in a carnal kiss, sliding his tongue inside and taunting hers.
Abruptly, he pushed himself from the tub, supporting her with one arm, and stood.
“We didn’t wash your hair yet.”
“Later,” he said against her mouth and carried her toward the bed.
“My hair is too wet,” she said. “’Twill drench the sheets.”
He grinned wickedly. “Well, who needs a bed?”
What did he mean?
She had already wrapped her legs around his waist. Now, his shaft rubbed against her in a most enticing way. She hissed. “Aye, Keegan.”
“Are you certain?” he teased.
“Aye, I want you. Now.”
“Och, you are a demanding wench.” He nibbled on her neck and positioned himself. With one hard thrust, he slid to her depths.
She cried out at the sudden penetration. Although she craved him, she was not yet accustomed to his size. It always took her a few moments to adjust.
Holding himself deep within her, he tongued her nipples, suckled them.
She moaned and he started moving, sliding in a slow and provocative manner.
She sensed something at her back. The door.
And his arm. The other beneath her hips.
He held her just so, driving himself up into her at a faster pace with each moment that passed.
Pleasure ricocheted through her, resounding, overwhelming.
How was such intense sensation possible?
She held on ’round his neck, her fingers buried in his thick hair, his mouth against hers, breathing hard, devouring.
He consumed every part of her and she begged for more.
He moved his hand between their bodies, stroking with his thumb against a highly inflamed spot. Her pleasure shot skyward and she screamed, clutching onto him. Ecstasy crashed through her, rolling her along its violent waves. It stole her breath.
“God, how I love you,” Keegan growled against her ear, pushed deep and trembled against her, groaning.
She gasped, tears flooding her eyes. “I love you.” Though she wanted to say more, there were not enough words to explain how much she loved him. Because of him, she truly lived.
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Thank you for reading My Daring Highlander! Please look for My Notorious Highlander, next in the Highland Adventure Series.
Chief Torrin MacLeod vows to possess and wed the spirited lady who stole his heart the previous winter.
But Lady Jessie MacKay wants naught to do with the dangerous warrior, no matter how devilishly handsome and charming he is.
When Torrin arrives unexpectedly at Jessie's home, along with Gregor MacBain, a man Jessie was formerly handfasted to, she is thrown off-kilter.
She never wanted to see either man again, but now they are vying for her hand.
Torrin promises to protect her from the devious MacBain, but how can she trust Torrin when she has witnessed how lethal he is?
The more time Torrin spends with the strong and independent Jessie, the more determined he is to win her heart.
Once she allows him a kiss, he feels her passion flame as hot as his own.
After she knows Torrin better, Jessie finds herself falling for the fearsome Highlander.
But the odds are stacked against them. The sinister MacBain is bent on kidnapping Jessie, making her his bride and killing Torrin, while Jessie's conniving younger brother, Haldane, is determined to use Jessie to take over the castle in his older brother's absence.
Jessie fears she can never be with the man she loves, while Torrin will do everything in his power to ensure they are together forever.
In his heart, she is the only lady for him.