Free Hannah Howell by Highland Hearts

straight down to his groin, where it thickened as a cushion for his manhood, then thinned to a light coating over his strong, long legs.
    When he laid down, she wrapped her arms about his neck. As he kissed her, he undid the shirt she wore. He propped himself up on one elbow to slowly remove her shirt, and she tensed. She was no Brenda, had no lush curves he could delight in. The longer he stared at her, the more nervous she grew, the more sure she was that the sight of her naked form had cooled his desire. Then he met her gaze. The passion she had read there before was still there but so much stronger. Such was the heat in his gaze she lost all doubt. He liked what he saw. It bred within her a feeling of pride and heady excitement. What embarrassment she had suffered quickly faded.
    “Ye are finer than any of my imaginings.”
    “Ye imagined me naked?” she whispered, shivering with delight when their flesh met as he settled himself in her arms.
    Brushing light kisses over her face, he murmured, “Ever since I woke up to find this soft wee body curled up against me.”
    What she planned to say was lost as he kissed her. When he cupped her breasts in his big hands, brushing his thumbs over the tips until they ached, she moaned softly and closed her eyes. The swirling caress of his tongue that followed made her squirm.
    “Tessa,” he murmured against her breast. “Sweet Tessa, I never tasted any sweeter.”
    She cried out, arching against him, when he slowly drew the swollen tip of her breast into his mouth. Burying her fingers into his thick hair, she held him close as he suckled. She trembled from the strength of the desire that rushed through her. Blindly she opened herself to his caresses, his kisses. So caught up in her passion was she, she barely flinched when his stroking hand slid down over the tight silken curls at the base of her abdomen and he began to stroke her intimately. She began to whisper his name, urgency filling each syllable, prompting her every touch.
    Then, suddenly, he was crouched over her, urging her legs about his waist. She inhaled slowly as he began to join their bodies. The slow rocking motion he used was intoxicating. The breath escaped her in a startled rush as she felt a quick, sharp pain. He went very still. She could feel him staring down at her. Cautiously she chanced a peek at him from beneath her lashes.
    “Tessa,” he whispered, “have I hurt you?”
    “Nay, not truly.” She spoke as softly as he did, wondering if he shared her fear that speaking too loudly could ruin everything, could drag them back to reality and sensibility with a painful abruptness. “ ’Twas but a twinge.”
    He touched his mouth to hers, easing his tongue between her lips. As be began to move his body, he mimicked the intimate strokes with his tongue. She clung to him as she caught his gentle rhythm, arching greedily as her passion mounted. With his arm beneath her hips he enhanced the close press of their bodies. As his movements grew fiercer, so did his kiss. Tess welcomed the change, craving the heightened intensity. When she was not sure she could bear any more, her whole body taut and painfully alive, she felt herself yanked into a blinding maelstrom of sensation. She heard herself cry out his name, heard his husky words of delight and encouragement, as she tried to take him with her. A moment later she heard him call out her name, felt him hold her tightly against him as he tensed and shuddered. Feeling exquisitely weak, she kept a limp grip on him as he collapsed in her arms.
    The first clear thought Tess had was a sudden understanding of all the looks and smiles her parents had so often exchanged. This was what they had been thinking of, either remembering or anticipating it. Smoothing her hands over his broad warm back, she then pondered the loss of her maidenhead. It troubled her little. Even if all she was to know was this one sweet time with Revan, it was a small price to pay. She briefly,