Free Highlander Undone (Highland Bound Book 5) by Eliza Knight Page A

fisted his hand at her back to keep from shredding her clothes from her body. His cock pushed painfully against his jeans, demanding to be let loose and his mind ran away with the memory of her slick channel, the tightness of her cunny and how he wanted so desperately to thrust deep inside her.
    Mo chreach.
    He slid his hand from the small of her back to the side of her hip, to her thigh as he walked her backward toward the wall. Her back pressed to the sturdy façade, he lifted her lithe thigh around his hip and ground his cock against the heat searing him between her delicious legs. Her body hadn’t changed much in the past three years, maybe more fit. Her hips were still lush as lush as he recollected, her breasts… Oh, he had to touch her. He slipped his hand from her hair to cup a breast, feeling the hardened nipple against his palm. Sweet delight. He wanted her so badly. Might, in fact, take her right here against the wall.
    He’d done so before. Many times.
    He gently pinched her nipple as he ground against her, rocking his body back and forth, stirring his blood and hers. His denim was growing mighty damn uncomfortable. When she let out a soft whimper, he pinched a little harder, tilted his head and kissed her harder, sucking on her tongue the way he wanted to suck on that perky, pink nipple. He knew just what color it would be, like a dusky sunset set on cream.
    Moira moaned, and he couldn’t help but growl and press his cock harder against her sweet sex, the pleasure pulsing through him intense. He bit down on her lower lip, sucked, and then she did the same to him, mimicking every move he made.
    “I want ye,” he whispered against her mouth. “Ye were mine once, and ye’ll be mine again.” Rory dropped to his knees in front of her, slid his hands up under her dress, hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her hose, and tugged them down.
    She didn’t protest.
    “Something to make ye remember me. Us,” he growled. He drew the small triangle of her lacy underwear aside, revealing the sweet treasure he sought, and then he pressed his lips to her heat.
     

Chapter Seven

     
    Potent desire filled Moira.
    Pleasure, remembered and renewed, lit between her thighs as Rory lapped at her folds, worshipping her body. A body that pulsed only for him. No man had ever made love to her the way Rory did. No man compared. His enthusiasm, his talent—
    Oh! His tongue swirled over her clit, then down, between her lips and back again.
    Thank god for the wall behind her, because her legs shook hard enough she was certain she’d not be able to stand on her own.
    Need and desire made her wet, made her skin tingle. She clenched her fists, trying to resist. They had things to do. She should push him away. Letting him touch her was wrong… But this… This seemed infinity more important at the moment. And it felt so damned right.
    “Ye taste just as good as I remember,” he murmured against her flesh, and the vibrations of it sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through her.
    “Rory,” she whimpered, fisting one hand in his hair. But she was weak to her desire, her need, and the deep-seated emotions that he brought out. She wanted him. Missed him so much. And now he was here, and she was lost.
    Sensing her surrender, he upped his pace, his tongue whipping pleasure against her clit. His calloused hands massaging and stroking her thighs.
    She was a prisoner to her own cravings. Unable to move. Unable to breathe. Unable to think. Only seeking the end result of his delicious torment.
    And then her body, alight with vigor and rekindled excitement, burst into fiery flames. Moira cried out, her hips bucking forward, limbs jerking, body shuddering. She grasped for something, anything to hold onto—his hair, the door behind her.
    “Just like I remember,” he said, sliding his mouth down the length of her inner thigh. “So intense, so honest. I love watching ye come.”
    She opened her eyes, looking down at him, and a flood of