Highlander's Kiss (Clan Matheson #1)

A bird’s pretty trill drifted into the cavern from outside and stirred Tavish awake. Stretching, he opened his eyes while through the vent overhead, the new day’s rising sunshine shimmered through and rippled across the chiseled rock walls and basin of water within their sacred underground cavern. Steam plumed from the corner mound of boulders where cold water trickled onto hot rocks. It swirled all about, keeping them both toasty and warm.

Lying on the tartan in front of him, Julia smiled in her sleep, her long blond tresses tangled around them both. He caressed her back and her smile widened. His own smile likely matched hers, the night that had passed all he’d ever hoped for. Speaking vows with her then joining together and creating the merged link of the mind, had soothed his very soul. All he’d ever desired was to find and hold his chosen one and now all his wishes had come true.

Gently, he disentangled himself from her, spread her legs and touched the smear of blood along her inner thigh. His bear stretched and preened under his skin. She’d given him her vow, her body, all of herself, just as he’d given her the same in return.

Needing to take care of her, he leaned over the cool basin of water, scooped a handful of water and gently washed the blood from her thighs before splashing his cock and cleaning himself.

“Mmm, Tavish.” She murmured his name in her sleep and he barely restrained himself from taking her all over again. She’d bled and must be hurting. He nabbed her cotton shift, flapped the sand from it then tucked it around her. Keeping her gorgeous body out of his sight would help in ensuring he kept his hands off her too.

“Julia.” Leaning over her, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “We need to talk. The search for your parents begins today.”

“I cannae wait to ride out to the encampment.” She stretched and lifted her long sooty lashes. Her blue eyes captured his, the sparks of gold rimming the edge flickering bright as she ran her gaze down his body. “First though, I have a request. You must always wake me with a kiss.”

“I already did so.”

“I missed it. Kiss me again.”

Grinning, he pressed her back into the sand, their bodies fully aligned from head to toe, the only barrier between them her shift. She rubbed against him and a fiery burn invaded his limbs and hardened his cock.

“I would like another kiss, please,” she urged him once more.

“When I woke up, I told myself I’d not touch you, that you needed time to heal. You don’t fight fair.”

“I didnae realize we were fighting.”

“I need to take care of you, not to topple you back onto the sand and ravish you all over again.”

“Ravishing is good.”

“There was blood and you must be sore. Time to heal is what you need, not to be ravished.” Cradling her face in his hands, he kissed her, his mouth moving ravenously over hers and she kissed him just as hungrily back. Ragged for breath, he made himself pull away and roll onto his back beside her. Hell, it would take every ounce of his willpower not to succumb to this desperate desire he had for her and take her all over again.

“This need of mine cannae wait, and it appears neither can yours.” She sat up, her shift slithering into her lap. Her lush breasts bobbed free, the tips rosy and pink and making his mouth water. Her beautiful creamy skin and luscious pouty lips sent his thoughts into further free-fall.

“Stay right where you are, Julia. I mean it.”

“Dinnae turn me away, husband.” Smiling seductively, she slung one leg over his hips and straddled him.

How on earth was he supposed to say no to her like this? His greedy bear wasn’t helping him right now either. His claws sliced out, his beast riding him hard and his demand clear. He needed to mate. Joining with his chosen one and being as one with her was imperative. His hands moved of their own accord, reached up and cupped her breasts. “Tell me to stop.”

“Never.” She leaned in and offered him all he desired.

He retracted his claws, eased those delicious mounds together and sucked her nipples deep inside his mouth. He razzed the tips with his teeth and moaned at the delicious taste of her.

“I love it when you touch me like this.” She planted her hands on the sand either side of his head and wriggled against his groin, her folds sliding along the length of his erect cock.

Slowly, she moved downward until she grasped his shaft. She eyed his length and smiled, so wickedly, her thoughts extremely clear to see. She wished to take him in her mouth. Hell, the thought of her full and enticing lips sliding around him, of her taking him deep, saturated his senses.