Free His Wild Highland Lass by Terry Spear Page B

sensitive and aroused by his touch. She felt her nether region moistening, and tingling with heat, and that same ache she'd felt when he'd rested on her in the leaves in the woods, and again, when he'd pressed her tight against his body, traveling to his keep.
    And when he'd kissed her earlier that morn on his horse.
    She loved the way he kissed her, hotly, passionately, and she loved kissing him just as eagerly back. She ran her hands over the delightful feel of his smooth arm muscles, except for a couple of rough scars, probably from training or battle, when he slid his fingers down her belly toward the center of her, down until he dipped his finger inside her, making her cry out in shock and pleasure.
    Then he stroked her in such a way that she felt she would come apart under his touch, the sweet agony filling her with burning desire.
    "Uh." She arched against his fingers, wanting something she couldn't begin to define, just an indescribable, urgent need she had to satisfy.
    Seeming to know just what she longed for, he continued to stroke her, giving her pleasure she'd never known before, and she loved him for it. She gripped his hips, and felt a tidal wave of pleasure sweeping her away, lifting her up, and dropping her back down on the feather mattress under the hot Highlander's gaze.
    He slid a finger into her, deeper, and she tightened at the exquisite intrusion.
    "Are you ready for me, lass?"
    She nodded.
    "You know…"
    "Aye, aye." She seized his arms and pulled him toward her. "I have an older sister and she has told me all."
    Not that Akira had told her everything of her own free will. Sorcha had wanted to know the truth and would not cease asking until she learned the whole of it.
    "Dinna tense on me, sweeting," he said, and then he eased into her until he could go no further.
    Then he thrust until he was deep inside her. She loved the way he made love to her as she ran her hands over his back and buttocks. She was amazed at his strength and yet tenderness, adoring that he was making her his, giving her a home. She would cherish him always, giving him what he wished also.
    Ronan loved his impetuous, bonny lass. Being with her like this was just as he had expected. Passionate, expressive, eager to please and she loved his pleasuring her.
    He'd envisioned making love to her, but imagining and actually experiencing were two different beasties. He couldn't conceive of anything greater than smelling her sweet lavender scent and all woman, the way she molded to his body as if they were meant to be together, the softness of her skin, and her touch. Even the way her darkened green eyes took him in, unabashedly intrigued, made him more desirous of claiming her for his own.
    He thrust into her, eager to see her carrying his bairn, and knowing she was his, that she was part of the clan, now and forever, and no one would take that away.
    He held on, wanting to treasure this first joining as long as he could, but for their first few times, he wanted her to enjoy every bit of the experience, and allowed himself to let go, to take delight in the release, to cherish holding her close the night through, and every night after that.
    "Let me wash you." He hoped she was not too uncomfortable.
    She touched his cheek and smiled up at him. "I love you."
    "Aye, lass, and I love you," he said, feeling it with all his heart. "My people, our people, will be celebrating our union for days."
    "'Tis good they have accepted me."
    "More than accepted. My sister thinks of you as her sister."
    "And I feel the same way toward her."
    They left the bed and he washed her, careful to set the cloth aside for later, and then using another cloth he cleaned himself. Before they returned to bed, he noticed blood on the sheet. "Let me wash that out and…"
    "Nay." She jerked the sheet off the bed and tossed it on the floor. "Proof we have consummated the marriage."
    He smiled at her, thinking to use the cloth he'd wiped her down with and so carefully set