Page 23 of Taken by the Highland Villain (Breaking the Highland Rules #2)

One kiss left Valerie trembling in his arms, and for a brief moment, Jude considered leaving it at that. But his body burned and ached for more, and the sound of his name on her silky soft lips sent desire surging through him like a tempest.

He was being swept away—a flood would have been easier to resist.

Even so…

“Tell me what ye want, lass.”

If she pushed him away, he would let her go, no matter how much his body ached for her. If she felt no true desire for him… If he was just a convenient excuse in truth…

Valerie clutched him tighter, then leaned closer and stretched upward to breathe a single, short answer into his ear. “I want ye. Please…”

The last of his restraint evaporated like water in a forge.

Jude scooped her up into his arms and lifted her onto the sturdy table so he could step between her parted knees and slide his hands up her arms, before using one to undo the laces of her bodice.

He dipped his head to claim her lips in another kiss, tasting every inch of her mouth and leaving her breathless before he shifted to press a second kiss to the line of her jaw. He lingered, feeling her pulse quicken under his ministrations, before he shifted and lightly nipped her earlobe.

Valerie gasped at the scrape of his teeth, shivering as he returned to her neck to kiss, bite and suck on her skin, leaving a mark.

Another mark on her collarbone, then he dragged her bodice down to her waist, baring her perfect breasts. Her nipples were already stiffening in the air, and Jude bent his head to take the right one in his mouth.

Valerie shivered, her breath coming in gasps that sent sparks of excitement through his blood.

Jude suckled, then scraped his teeth lightly across the sensitive nub, before laving it with his tongue, until she was squirming and panting in his arms. Then, he switched his attention to her left breast, supporting her with one arm while he teased her nipple until she was moaning.

Jude eased her back until she was lying on the table, her bosom bare, her face flushed, her body laid out under his appreciative gaze.

He slid his hand slowly down her belly, feeling the quivering muscles and the way she shifted restlessly under his touch.

His thumb traced little circles around her navel, and she squirmed on the table, her knees spreading wider.

“Jude…”

“Aye?” He raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance, though in truth, he was grateful he wore naught but his kilt over his loins. He didn’t think he could have managed what he intended if he’d been confined in trews or leggings.

“Please, touch me…”

“I am.” He smirked at her as she gave him a frustrated look. “Is there somethin’ else ye wanted?”

“Please…”

“Tell me what ye want.” Jude leaned closer. “Tell me what ye desire of me.”

Valerie squirmed, embarrassment and desire filling her expression as her wide green eyes stared at him. “Lower… please…”

Smirking still, Jude ran his hand across her hip and down her outer thigh until he could caress her calf. “Like this?”

Valerie whimpered. “Higher.”

Jude slowly slid his hand higher, caressing her thigh through the fabric of her skirt. “Like this?”

“Higher, Jude. Please…” She bucked her hips.

Jude grinned, then slid his hand around to grip and massage her buttocks, still through the fabric of her skirt. “Here?”

“Ye ken what I want!” Valerie panted. “Ye… Why are ye…”

“Did I nae tell ye that I’ll show ye exactly what ye claim from me, since ye were so brazen as to claim me as yers?

” Jude leaned close, not quite blanketing her body with his own, as his hand continued to stroke her round buttocks, one finger teasing the crease and causing her to arch and quiver beneath him.

“So demanding, yet so indecisive… I told ye, ye have to tell me what ye want.”

“I want ye to touch me… nae through the skirt. Please. I want to feel yer hand on me.”

Heat burned through him, a thrill of desire striking him like lightning at the sound of her voice begging for more—begging for him . Her need for him tinged the air with the scent of her arousal, and the sound of her husky, needy voice sent heat through him.

Hearing exactly what she wanted… it was a heady sensation, like being drunk but infinitely more pleasurable.

Jude slid his hand back down to the hem of her skirt and pushed it up, caressing the soft skin of her calves and thighs, then her hips, until her most intimate place was bared to his gaze.

Valerie shivered as the cool air in the room kissed her exposed sex. Her knees shifted restlessly, as if she might close them, then spread wider.

“Please. Touch me… there…”

Jude slid his hands up her calves, over the sensitive spots on her knees that made her tremble and squeak, until he was massaging her thighs. “Here?”

“Closer… and higher…”

Her face was red with embarrassment, her body restless with the evidence of her desire. Arousal dampened the soft curls adorning her sex and glistened along the lips of her sex. Jude longed to lean in and taste her, or slide his finger inside her, but he held back. Not yet.

He stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs, coming close to where she wanted his touch but not actually touching her mound or the lips of her sex, even when she shifted restlessly, attempting to bring his hands closer to where she needed and wanted them.

“Here?”

“Nay…” The word was a gasping, near-keening sound of desperation and want. “Please, Jude… touch me… higher… between… I want…”

She looked so desperate that Jude relented.

He slid his hand over her mound, stroking his fingers through the soft curls and applying the lightest pressure. “Like this?”

“Aye. Please… more… deeper…”

Her whole body was quivering with need, her words breathy with desire. Desire for him .

The knowledge sent heat through his blood, stiffening his manhood to a painful degree, until he had to lock his good knee to keep it from giving way. As it was, he swayed in place, barely able to control the urge to bury himself deep in her hot, tight, velvety channel and claim her.

He slid his fingers over the seam of her sex, tracing the lips with his thumb and forefinger, while the middle one caressed the edges without entering her.

Valerie arched upward, pressing into his hand as her legs spread wider, seeking more. “Please, Jude…”

Another stroke, this time upward, caressing and teasing, the tip of his finger sliding between her folds.

Valerie whimpered, her eyes wide and a flush of both desire and frustration painting her cheeks, throat, and chest all the way to her full breasts in a becoming rosy shade. “Jude!”

Jude used his thumb and forefinger to part the lips of her sex, then caressed her inner folds with his middle finger, sliding it through her juices. Valerie keened and pressed against him, silently urging him to press deeper.

He caressed her again, sliding his finger slowly through her sex, mapping her folds and noting her response to every touch—what made her quiver, what made her whimper, what made her squirm and gasp and shiver.

His finger found her nub and stroked firmly, and she shuddered and gave a muffled wail. He set up a rhythm of even, steady strokes until she was keening and writhing, her muscles spasming and on the verge of release. Then, he stopped and drew his hand back.

Valerie gasped, raising her head to stare at him with glassy, dazed eyes. “What… what are ye…?”

She gasped as he slowly licked her juices off his fingers and then ran his hand over her dripping folds before sliding his finger deep into her tight, hot channel.

Valerie dropped back, breathless and gasping as he began to slide his finger in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm, pushing it to the last knuckle before withdrawing and pressing inward once more.

His thumb lightly stroked her nub with each inward press, his other hand reaching up to tease her pert breasts, tugging and lightly pinching her nipples until she was writhing and gasping with pleasure and need.

He could feel her body quivering, on the verge of release once more, and his own was so tight and hot that he feared he might burst into flames, or blow apart like metal heated too long in the forge.

He withdrew his free hand and dropped it below the table to stroke himself, then pinch his bollocks to ease the pressure building in the base of his spine.

His whole body was burning, his member so sensitive he was forced to shift his kilt for fear that the pressure of the fabric alone might make him climax.

He felt Valerie trembling and withdrew his fingers. She keened, her hips bucking. “Jude…”

He slid his fingers across her belly, tracing the quivering muscles until he could cup her breast and draw circles around her nipple. “Aye? Ye asked me to touch ye. I am.”

“I… please… I need… I need more. Please…” Her words emerged in a broken, breathless moan. “I need… I need… please… Jude…”

Jude took a deep breath. His arousal was still painful, but no longer so tight that he feared embarrassing himself. “What is it ye need?”

“Please… why did ye nae… why did ye stop?”

“Because I promised I’d make ye ask for what ye claimed and what ye wanted. What do ye want, Valerie?”

“I want… please, dinnae stop.”

“As ye wish.”

With that, Jude gave her nipple one final, gentle tug, then slid his hands down her body to her thighs, before surrendering to the urge that had been lingering in his mind since he’d first brought her into the room.

The stone was cold against his knees, but he paid it no mind as he leaned forward and slid his tongue over her sex.

The scent of her arousal filled his nose, sweet and sour and a little bit floral. The taste of her melted on his tongue, and the way she bucked against his mouth was everything he had fantasized it might be.

He used his thumbs to pull the lips of her sex apart, then plunged his tongue deeper inside, licking and tasting her, losing himself in giving her pleasure while his own continued to spiral hotter and higher.

She was burning. She wasn’t going to survive—the pleasure was too much, it was consuming her from her core to her skin. She was going to burst into flames or be swept away.

She’d never imagined such sensation, such heat and pleasure and desire as Jude gave her.

Her whole body was trembling, and she felt as though sparks were dancing along her skin, her body singing as if she had been struck by lightning.

The heat and pleasure were so intense that it was hard to breathe, and every touch only intensified the sensation.

When he finally touched her sex, she’d almost cried with relief. The touch of his hands had filled her body with waves of warmth, and every stroke of his fingers lifted her higher, winding the spirals of fire and pleasure tighter. Her body quivered, on the verge of release…

And then he’d stopped, and she’d wanted to scream with frustration, too breathless to do more than whimper with need as she sought some sensation, anything to bring her to completion.

When Jude had begun again, everything had been all the more intense, and she had been all the more desperate. When he’d stopped for the second time, she’d realized he was teasing her.

She’d wanted to hit him, but to her mortification, all she could do was beg him to continue, not to leave her aching and burning and needing, her body empty and begging for his touch, for release.

His hands fell on her thighs, his thumbs touching the lips of her sex and opening her most secret place to his gaze and his touch. Valerie shivered, the cool air and the heat of his breath and the warmth of his hands all combining to drive her nearly mindless.

Then, the roughness of his tongue slid across her inner folds, stroking her as he lapped at her arousal.

Valerie barely managed to suppress a shriek of surprise and pleasure as the sensation shot from her thighs to her belly, a wave of heat like lightning.

Her back arched, pressing her hips into his mouth as he licked her again, before sliding his tongue deep into her channel.

“Please… dinnae stop,” she begged.

His tongue slid into her core, and she writhed, her hips bucking as she tried to close her legs around his shoulders to get some sort of purchase or escape the overwhelming sensation.

Jude’s hands pinned her in place as his tongue lapped at her, tasting her and mapping every inch of her sex, and sent waves of pleasurable heat through her body.

His tongue slid upward, found her nub, and swirled around it. Valerie cried out, her body shaking as he licked her nub again and again.

She was burning. The fire was all-consuming, her pleasure like a tsunami of desire and heat and sensation that were going to burn her to ashes.

Jude dipped his head, his tongue sliding into her channel, before he withdrew and sucked gently on her sensitive nub. The sensation shot through her like a bolt of lightning wrapped around a ball of sparks, then crashed over her in a wave of pleasure so intense that her vision went white.

The heat and sensation swept her away, her mind going blank for a moment. Her body tensed, her release flooding out of her as her channel pulsed in time with the waves of warmth crashing through her.

She was vaguely aware of Jude’s tongue lapping up her release and the reverberations as he moaned against her. Then, his tongue stroked her nub again, and the stimulation of the already sensitive flesh sent another wave of pleasure through her.

Valerie fell back, her whole body singing as waves of ecstasy and enjoyment such as she had never known or guessed were possible washed over her and carried her mind into blissful unawareness.