Page 77 of A Highland Bride Taken

He made to step back, but she put her hand on his thigh, and the bolt of heat that shot through him stilled him.

He had tried to refrain from looking at her, but his eyes traveled up her pale hand to her neck and then lower, and he bit his lower lip to stifle a groan.

She was so beautiful and so perfectly made for lovemaking that all he wanted to do was show her the many ways a man and woman could be with one another. But he knew he would not last very long if he gave in to temptation and slid into her warm sheath.

As much as the mere thought made him crave her more, he bit down the urge. The consequences of this one night of pleasure would have him playing to Darragh’s tune, and he did not want to give him the satisfaction.

The thought of his grandfather reminded Campbell why he could not afford to be weak, and he clenched his hands into fists to fight the rising wave of anger.

“Ye arenae here with me anymore,” Mabel remarked, rising on her haunches. “Where did ye go?”

“Nay, I am here.”

She smiled and moved closer to him.

“I ken I am inexperienced in these matters, but…” Her hand trailed from his shoulder to his chest and then his abdomen, which caused heat to pool lower. He watched her hand skim over his engorged member and stop at his thigh. “I can learn.”

She bit her lip and cocked her head at him, and that was his undoing.

He took her hand and placed it on his bulging member so she was aware of what she had asked for. Her eyes went wide, and his darkened when she stroked him through his kilt.

He certainly hadn’t been expecting that.

“Ye are verra large,” she murmured, squeezing him softly. “Is it supposed to…”

“Aye.”

She stared at the bulge in wonder. “May I see ye?” she asked.

“Ye will have to undress me yerself.”

She nodded and followed his instruction, and when he was fully naked, the wonder in her gaze had him feeling as though he would spill his seed right there and then.

Now, she was kneeling on the edge of her bed, watching him with a hungry expression.

She took him in her hand again, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

At that moment, he wished she would take his cock into her sweet, little mouth. But she was innocent, and he didn’t want to scare her just yet.

“Ye are beautiful,” she said, squeezing him again. “May I taste ye as ye’ve tasted me?”

A bolt of heat shot through him at her words, and pearly liquid beaded on the tip of his cock.

He knew there was no stopping her now, so he taught her how much pressure to apply and how to move, biting down his groans when her fingers brushed the crown of his cock.

Soon, she picked up speed, and he was involuntarily thrusting into her hand. When he needed more pressure, he took himself in his hands and squeezed and tugged, picturing her sweet little mouth around him.

He felt his release shoot out of him in thick, hot ropes, but he didn’t stop pumping his member till it softened in his hands. When he opened his eyes, he saw his seed splattered across her chest—a most erotic sight that stirred his lust anew.

It would be too easy to forget that he had sworn he wouldn’t lose himself in her. Instead, he headed to the washbasin and pickedup a cloth so he could wipe her clean. When he was done, he began to dress.

“Will ye nae stay?” Mabel asked, watching him put on his shirt.

He had looked beautiful chasing his pleasure, and she wanted to spend more time admiring his form.

He turned to her, his answer evident in his gaze before he uttered a word. He shook his head mournfully.

She knew better than to hope that he would stay, but his rejection stung, nonetheless. She nodded and pulled the bedcovers tighter around her chest.