Free To Catch a Highlander: A Highland Erotic Romance by Krystal LaCroix Page A

gentle touch. Perched above me, his face had a look of absolute determination blended with as much tenderness as a man of his tragic history could ever hope to muster. I attempted to voice my pleasure in words, but his touch was too intense to allow for that.
    “No need to speak, my darling,” he reassured me, picking up the pace of his strokes and also flicking his thumb across my clitoris. “Tonight is for you.”
    “For us!” I managed to grunt, just before he brought me to my first orgasm, when I nearly leapt up from the bed as I wriggled about with the wave of joy. “Oh, Ewan,” I sighed when it had finally subsided. As the room came back into focus in the dim light of the fire, his still-rigid cock hung down enticingly, and I grabbed at it gently with both hands. Kneading it gently to his clear delight, I repeated, “For us.”
    I braced for yet another last-minute warning from him about how very wrong all this was. But that never happened. Instead he lowered his body gently onto me and let me guide him inside. Thanks to his earlier play, there was no resistance like I had experienced with certain of Father’s overeager young men, and I welcomed him with a tight embrace. “Welcome home, Ewan,” I cooed.
    “We shall have a home someday.”
    “I told you, none of that tonight! Make love to me as if it is your last chance, Ewan; we don’t know that it isn’t!” I cupped his buttocks in my hands and pulled him as far inside as he could reach, wanting for all the world for us to slip away into our own little world where we would never need to break this bond.
    Now, I had known Ewan all my life, for as long as I could remember by that night and then some, and I had always known him to be a dependable stalwart of Father’s – now, I knew, perhaps too dependable. Overly serious at times, a bit d our on occasion, but always as rock-solid of a man as one could ever hope to find. And so I was not surprised that his approach to my body was slow and deliberative, not flashy or adventurous like some others I had known; but also not fleeting as they had so often been. Where others had left me disappointed and even humiliated with their own business done with so quickly, Ewan was slow and gentle and perfectly beautiful in his low-key approach. As each thrust built me up towards another climax, his hands were busy rubbing my shoulders and my sides tenderly. The ample hair on his chest tickled my nipples in a most delightful way as he bobbed up and down just above me. Most of all, our eyes were locked in a gaze of wonderful intensity as we both voiced our most primal pleasure. Gordan, Father, Penny, the hopeless challenges facing me in the coming weeks…all that and so much more was ever so pleasantly absent from my mind in those precious moments.
    I could see in his eyes that he was close to his own climax, an d I could only hope the growing volume and intensity of my moans would let him know I would not be much longer in coming again. Evidently I was right, for he was still in perfect rhythm when I gave in to another wave of uninhibited screams and threw my arms around him to pull him down atop me. Only then did he begin pushing harder, and I egged him on by slapping him gently on his bottom as he pushed harder than ever into me. At long last I felt that lovely telltale splash inside me, followed immediately by a long sigh as he kissed me gently on the cheek. Then all the room was still, and we were wrapped together in a cocoon of pure joy as the fire crackled softly behind us.
    “I love you, Brianna.”
    “You mustn’t say that yet, Ewan!”
    “But I do.”
    “I love you too. But –”
    “Wasn’t it you who said we mustn’t talk of that tonight!”
    “Quite right, Ewan. I love you too.”
    The morning brought the same filthy streets of Inverness back to life. But it all seemed much brighter and more hopeful to me now as we embarked on the final day of our journey. That was a paradox to beat them all, I