Page 44 of Taken By the Highland Villain

“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 totellme 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 forhim. 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 forhim.