Page 18 of The Highlander’s Dangerous Desire (Kilted Kisses #2)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
G race trembled as Ewan slid his hand down and began to slide the dress upward, slowly baring her body to his eyes. Her skin tingled and her stomach fluttered, her body hot with desire. The more Ewan kissed her, the more he touched her, the more she wanted.
The fabric slid over her face, briefly obscuring her vision. Then it was tossed to the side, and Ewan moved to remove his shirt. Grace felt her mouth go dry as the garment followed her dress, to reveal Ewan’s lithe, powerful form, muscles moving smoothly beneath tanned skin that was only partially obscured by the bandage that still guarded the worst of the wounds to his side.
Remorse hit her like a splash of frigid water. “Your wounds…”
“Willnae be a problem,” Ewan gave her a roguish smile and stretched, to reveal the prominent evidence of his arousal. The sight made Grace’s mouth go dry once more, her thighs dampening with a wash of her own desire as a gentle heat filled her core.
Ewan slid his hand up the outside of her leg, across her hip, though he didn’t touch her sex. His hand stroked over her side, the plane of her stomach, then up her arm, across her shoulder, and down to her breast. Grace shivered, her body reacting as he teased the nipple until it was taut and peaked, the nipple hard and sensitive against his hand.
Ewan kissed her mouth, then her throat, then slid lower, his body partially covering hers, wrapping her in his warmth. Grace gasped and shuddered, legs shifting in reaction as Ewan’s mouth closed over her right breast and suckled gently, teasing with tongue and teeth. Under the attention, her whole body seemed alight, sparks dancing through her core, pooling between her legs. Her skin tingled, and every touch woke more sparks, until she was whimpering slightly and shifting against the fabric of his sheets in need.
Ewan switched to her left breast, and Grace trembled under his touch. The sparks flickering across her skin, every inch sensitive and pleading. His hand glided down her side, gentle and teasing. Grace quivered as his fingers found each sensitive spot, his touch sparking a dart of sensation like a small strike of lightning with every caress. Grace squirmed, and Ewan stilled. “Please…”
Ewan kissed a line down the center of her body, his lips like warm coals against her skin. The warmth went to her core, heat and desire twining together as he kissed his way down to her navel, then dipped his tongue inside. The probing of his tongue sent a wave of heat and need pulsing through her, and Grace arched into his mouth, desperate for more.
Ewan smiled, his eyes dark with the same arousal that filled her. “Ye’re a responsive one, Miss Lancaster.” The warmth of his breath ghosted across the sensitive flesh of her sex, and Grace gasped. Ewan chuckled, bent his head to nuzzle soft hairs that covered her most secret place. He breathed again. The air whispered across the damp hairs, and Grace shuddered at the sensation.
“Part yer legs fer me.” Ewan’s hand tugged lightly at her knees. Grace yielded, parting her legs as his thumbs caressed the inner thighs and coaxed another quiver out of her. His thumbs slid up the inside of her legs, close to, but not quite touching, her sex.
Grace moaned as his touch teased her most delicate area. She tried to press closer to his hands, but Ewan refused to touch her. “Ewan… please…”
Ewan shifted, and another breath blew across her sex. The wash of pleasure made her stomach clench, and her back arch. “Ewan!”
Another breath, then Ewan’s tongue caressed her sex, first a light, darting touch, then a long stroke over the seam from buttocks to the top of her sex. Grace gasped and arched again, her legs parting wider. “Please!”
His tongue stroked her again, then again. Each touch sent another wave of pleasure and heat through her, heightening her need.
His tongue probed into the seam, to caress the inner edges of her sex, then stroked deep inside her. Grace gasped, then squirmed as Ewan began to lick and suckle in earnest, lapping at her arousal and stroking every inch of her inner walls. Everything blurred into heat and desire.
She felt Ewan thumbs open her further, exposing the inner walls of her sex so he could plunge his tongue deeper, to stroke her innermost channel. Grace cried out, hips surging against his mouth in need.
Ewan’s mouth found a sensitive spot, and he sucked. Grace cried out at the sharp, almost overwhelming sensation of pleasure as it washed through her. Her whole body shuddered as he sucked and licked her pleasure center. Heat, pleasure, and need spiraled tightly inside her, carrying her higher with every stroke of Ewan’s tongue.
She could feel herself quivering on the edge of… of something, when Ewan pulled back. Grace whimpered. “Ewan…”
“Dinnae fret lass.” She heard the whisper of fabric, then Ewan’s body blanketed hers, and she felt the hard, hot, length of him pressing her against her thigh. She spread her legs a little wider in need. She felt the tip of Ewan’s member press against her entrance, then gasped as he started to slide it into her.
Then her looked her deeply in the eyes. “Are ye sure ye want this? Things will never go back to how they are now…”
“I do Ewan… I want you!” She gasped.
“It will hurt a little, so tell me if ye want me tae stop.”
She nodded and arched up towards him.
Inch by slow inch, Ewan entered her, his girth spreading her and filling her channel with warmth and pressure. The heat and pleasure that had faded began to spiral higher and tighter again. Grace shivered and arched her back, but Ewan stilled with a low laugh that sent quivers through all her muscles. “Easy lass. I’ll nae be rushing ye.”
He continued to press inside her, deeper, until they both felt his shaft press against her maidenhead. Ewan stilled. “Grace…”
“Please…”
Ewan bent his head to kiss her, then lowered his head further and suckled on her breast. Grace gasped at the sudden bolt of sensation and arched against his mouth. She felt a momentary stab of pain, but then it was washed away in her heightening pleasure.
Ewan slid deeper, filling her completely, until his hips were nestled against her, his shaft buried in her channel to the hilt. For a moment, they lay together, both of them panting. Then Ewan shifted backward, rocked forward, and began to thrust, slow and steady.
Every thrust rocked her against the bed, and each withdrawal left her aching for more. Pleasure and heat spiraled higher, every movement bringing a new wave of pleasure. Grace rocked against him, hips arching with every movement.
Pleasure and heat. Her world dissolved into the ever-growing spiral of warmth and pleasure and need. She was burning, drowning in pleasure.
Ewan kissed her again, and his hand reached down to caress her sex and tease her pleasure center once more. Grace cried out as her entire body seemed to explode in a wave of sensation and white light engulfed her vision. The wave of pleasure, more intense than anything she’d ever imagined, caught her up and swept her away.
Ewan stroked deep into her again, then again, and Grace felt another wave of pleasure catch her as Ewan pulled out of her quickly and stiffened in a climax of his own, his seed pumping onto her body.
Grace felt her last coherent thoughts whirl up and vanish in the afterglow of pleasure such as she had never known.