Highlander's Guardian (Highlander Heat #4)

“You’re naked and holding a tray.”


“Aye, but I didnae leave here to fetch this without clothing. You didnae even hear me return.” He strolled around the bed, set the tray on the mattress between them then sprawled on his side and faced her. From between two slices of apple pastry and cream, he plucked a white rose free and passed it to her. “For you.”

“’Tis beautiful.” She breathed the sweetly perfumed fragrance in.

“I snuck out to the king’s garden then on my way back, begged the cook for a treat. I know how you adore your apple pastry.” He leaned in and kissed her bare shoulder, his cock twitching and lengthening as he did.

“It looks delicious.” She chose one of the pastry slices and bit into it. So sweet. She gobbled another mouthful and the cream on top oozed and plopped onto her chest.

“Wait. Allow me.” He shifted the tray to one side, cupped her breasts and gently licked her flesh.

“Stop pinching my food.”

“When it lands on you, ’tis mine.” He swiped his finger through the cream on the other pastry and smeared a line from her breasts to her belly. “And this is how I prefer to eat mine.”

“Colin, you cannae do that.” He stretched over top of her and her heartbeat raced.

“Oh, I assure you, I can.” After kissing along the trail, he dipped his tongue around her belly button and drifted lower. With her legs spread, he settled between then then coated her clit with another swipe of cream. The cool delicacy melted against her hot flesh.

She squeezed her eyes shut as he suckled and probed with his tongue and sent a wave of intense sensations thrumming through her. “I never knew you could be so wicked.”

“Only with you,” he rumbled as he feasted.

“That feels so good.” Desire pooled and every flick of his tongue over her nub built her orgasm higher. Such torture, yet of the most exquisite kind. “Come inside me. I want to be filled with you.”

“’Tis best we wait until you heal. You must be sore.”

“It will hurt more if you wait.” She pushed him onto his back and rolled on top of him, and as his cock pressed hard and heavy between them, she kissed him back.

“You’re still no’ taking orders very well, love.”

“What order?” She rubbed the hard tips of her breasts over his chest and sighed with delight as they tingled against his crisp hair. Still, it wasn’t enough. Needing more, she wriggled down his body. “I itch to kiss you as you’ve kissed me.”

Gently, she palmed his balls and caressed the smooth skin. His cock strained and bobbed closer to her mouth and she dipped her head and swirled her tongue over him.

“Oh hell.” He caught her face and kept her in place as he arched into her. “I’ve dreamed of you taking me in your mouth again.”

“Mmm, as have I.” She settled her lips over the top of his cock and took him deep. With long pulls, she sucked him, teasing him from root to tip.

“Annie,” he croaked. “I need you to take me inside you. I dinnae wish to come in your pretty mouth.” He dragged her up, spread his hands over her hips and lifted her over his shaft. “Sit on me.”

“Aye, that I would like.” She rubbed his slick head over her clit then slid him between her wet folds. Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered and seated herself fully on top of him. Her channel tightened as even more need poured through her. “What do I do now?”

“Ride me.” His golden eyes twinkled. “And whatever else takes your fancy.”

“Like on a great stallion?” She eased up then sank back down, taking his cock deep into the heart of her. She moaned at the sweet sensation. “Oh, I’m about to reap the reward from all my faithful years of riding across every terrain.”

“It does no’ hurt?”

“No’ one bit.” She leaned forward, her hands either side of his face as she rocked back and forth, faster and faster until the pressure built to a crescendo in her core.

“That’s it. Come as you please. I’m right here with you.” He caught her bobbing breasts between his lips and drew one nipple deep inside his mouth. The tension of need within her wound tighter, and with one decisive flick of his finger over her clit, he sent her soaring from her body.

Writhing, she gave into the whirlpool of emotions taking her. She convulsed around him, crying out his name as she flew, and as she rode the waves, he rolled her onto her back and sank balls-deep inside her with a fierce groan.

“You hold my heart in your hands, Annie.” He moved gently inside her, so tenderly bringing them both back down. “You have ever since the day you were born. I was there that day. I waited with my father and yours as your mother brought you into this world, and when I heard your first cry, I snuck into her chamber and to my mother’s side as she aided the midwife. You were swaddled in white cloth, your big blue eyes wide open and sweet dimples showing either side of your tiny mouth.”