Page 33 of Taken By the Highland Villain

Valerie gasped. “What are ye…?”

“Hush. Unless ye wish me to stop.”

He leaned up and pressed a kiss to the pulse at her jaw, before kissing her throat and shoulder. He bit and sucked lightly, leaving a mark on her shoulder as she moaned.

“Do ye want me to stop?”

“Nay.”

Valerie reciprocated by tangling her fingers in his beard and mimicking the kisses he’d pressed to her throat and collar. Jude grunted as her teeth sank into his flesh, leaving a mark he was certain would bruise by morning.

His groin was aching, his erection straining against the fabric of his kilt, trapped painfully between them.

He slid his hands up her shoulders and then palmed her bare breasts. Valerie’s breath stuttered against his neck as he pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingers, teasing the sensitive nubs until they were stiff peaks, leaving twin trails of heat across his now bare chest.

Her hand slid down his stomach, sending sparks across his skin until her fingers touched the waistband of his kilt. His hips bucked in helpless reaction.

He responded by sliding his hands down her belly, feeling her muscles quiver, until his thumb teased her navel. Valerie gasped, her body shivering under his touch.

He slid his fingers under her dress, but there was too much in the way, the fabric between his fingers and his goal. With a growl of frustration, Jude pushed the fabric aside until he could put his hands on her thighs, guiding her to straddle him a little more closely before he caressed her thighs, up to cup the curve of her buttocks.

Valerie made a soft, breathy sound and dragged her nails down his chest, teasing him with the slightest pressure, then dragged his kilt up to free his straining erection. The cool air on his heated flesh made him gasp.

Valerie’s thumb stroked across the erect tip, and Jude jerked in his seat, then caught her hand to stop her from touching him further. “Dinnae do that, lass, or I’ll never last.”

“Last?”

“Aye.”

Her proximity was maddening enough, his whole body alive with sparks dancing in his blood.

Valerie moved her hand to touch him again, but he stopped her. “Hands on the arms of the chair. Or on the back of the chair.”

Valerie flushed. “But I…”

Jude slid his hands teasingly across her thighs, making her moan, then drew them away. “Hands on the back or the arms of the chair. I’ll nae touch ye again until ye do.”

It was a difficult promise to make when his whole body begged for more—to touch her and taste her, to feel her warmth against him and around him—but he held firm. Then, he bent to blow the lightest of breaths on her exposed, taut nipples.

Valerie quivered and made a soft, needy sound, her body squirming against his in a manner that almost distracted him. Jude caught her thighs, drawing little circles on the sensitive inner skin, making her moan and writhe, while avoiding her increasingly damp sex.

“Hands on the arms of the chair, or the back.”

Valerie made a keening sound, like a whine, but her hands moved to the back of the chair. The angle put her heat close to his straining erection—close enough to make his muscles flex.

“Och, so ye like to play with fire, lass? I’m certain…” He stroked the crease of her thighs, still avoiding her most intimate places, then slid his hands back around her hips to caress her arse, trailing his fingers down the crack to make her tremble and twitch. “… I can oblige ye.”

Jude drew his hands across the round globes of her buttocks, across the flare of her hips, until he could run his thumbs across her inner thighs. He traced a line down toward her knees, then slowly glided back upward to the curls that adorned her sex. He slid his fingers through the soft thatch, then cupped her sex with the palm of his hand.

Valerie trembled, rocking against his hand, shifting restlessly against him in a way that wrenched a low moan from his throat as the fabric between them brushed against his erect member.

Jude curled his fingers a bit and slid them across her sex, savoring the soft warmth of her. Valerie clutched his shoulders and quivered as he stroked her, her breathing growing ragged as he pressed against her.

“Ye’re so warm, so soft…”

Jude stroked her again, feeling the dampness of her arousal on his fingers. He glided his fingertips through her wetness, then gently used two fingers to spread her open, just enough for his middle finger to caress her inner folds.

Valerie made an almost keening noise and rocked further into his hand, her breasts now pressing against his chest andher movement causing the fabric between them to caress his erection once more. Jude trembled, feeling as if hot coals had settled low in his groin.