Free Sins of the Highlander (A Highland Erotic Romance) by Dawn Halliday Page A

you. He knows you’re safe with me.” He pinned her with a gaze darkened by the night. “It’ll be fast.”
    She let him tug her past a timbered house, the largest in the village. He unlatched the side door of the barn behind it.
    The inside of the barn was wide and open, with high rafters, a cart parked at the far end and horse stalls near the door. Well-kept and clean, it smelled of fresh hay and leather.
    He led her past the horses and toward the cart, but she pulled him to a stop.
    Her voice sounded loud in the open space. A horse nickered from within a stall. “I want to see you.” She took a deep breath, acutely apprehensive of her own brashness. Forcing herself to continue, she said, “I might never have the chance again. Please.”
    Looking almost embarrassed, he gave her a crooked smile, his eyes crinkling at their edges. “All right.”
    Niall moved to the cart and hoisted himself up to sit on the cart’s flat bed. “There isn’t much time.”
    That was certainly the truth. She’d promised Iain she’d be back soon, although he’d certainly seen Niall with her and wouldn’t worry as much as he might if she’d been by herself when she’d disappeared.
    Boldly, she stepped forward until his muscular thighs bracketed her body.
    She rested her hands on them, and the muscles tensed beneath her touch. “Lift your plaid.”
    Dark blue eyes met hers, challenging. “Is that an order, Lady Aileen?”
    “Aye, it is.”
    Smiling, he hitched the fabric above his hips. “Ahh…it’s cold out here.”
    There it was, the part of him that had been the source of such great pleasure to her. “It’s so…big!” she exclaimed in surprise. She would have stepped back, but his thighs tightened around her middle.
    Niall gave a low chuckle. “You know how to boost a man’s confidence, lady.”
    “Can I…can I touch it?”
    A low groan escaped him. “Please do.”
    “Can I put my mouth on it? Like you put your mouth on me?” Though she knew she shouldn’t feel ashamed about wanting to touch any part of his body after how close they’d been at Dornoch, she couldn’t meet his eyes.
    He sucked in a ragged breath and pressed the rough pad of his thumb against her lips. “I’ve not been able to stop thinking about your bonny lips wrapped around my cock.”
    Leaning forward, she touched him first, opening her hands and stroking her palms up and down the length of him. Before, she’d brushed her fingers over him briefly, but not in exploration. Now she reveled in the feel of him, the enticing, erotic blend of soft and hard.
    Lightly, she skimmed her fingertips down, tracing the ridge of the large vein running along the underside. She moved lower, cupping his sac and rolling it gently.
    “Do you like that?”
    He closed his eyes. “Aye.”
    “You will tell me to stop if I hurt you, won’t you?”
    He opened his eyes and studied her with a serious expression on his face. “You won’t hurt me.”
    “Even if I bite you?” she teased.
    “A little bite would feel good,” he said. “It would only hurt if you bit with the intention of drawing blood.”
    Aileen widened her eyes. “I wouldn’t do that.”
    “Then…keep doing what you’re doing. Ah…that’s it.” He closed his eyes.
    One hand gently massaged his bullocks while she pumped the other over the thick length of him.
    “That’s good.”
    Aileen watched, enthralled, as a pearly bead of liquid appeared on his tip. Tentatively, she leaned forward and touched her tongue to it.
    “That’s right,” he said. “More.”
    She swiped the flat of her tongue down the underside of his shaft. A muffled groan sounded from above, encouraging her to explore further.
    Curling her fingers around the rigid length of his shaft, she knelt lower, licking the tops of his ballocks, breathing in his musky, earthy scent. “I want to lick you all over,” she whispered.
    “I want that too.” He leaned back to rest his forearms on the cart’s wooden bed. “Do