She’d just never seen Coll so stripped down and very naked before.
Back a step, she inched until she hit her back on the corner bedpost. She cast her gaze down his impressively built body once more, his muscles all sleek and hard and—she cleared her throat. “So, I see you’re a big man, ah, everywhere.”
“Aye, I’m most definitely dreaming, because that is exactly what I would have wanted you to say when you first looked upon me.” The gold flecks flickered brighter in his stunning brown eyes and with one finger crooked, he motioned for her to come back to him. “Dinnae be afraid of me, my fiery empath.”
“I’ve never been afraid of you, but then I’ve never quite seen you like this afore.” Return she would though. She inched forward, until the tips of her toes touched the tips of his bare toes, then she tipped her chin up and looked him in the eyes. “You appeared to be enjoying your bath, while you spoke my name.”
“Aye, I always speak of you when I bathe and dream like this.” He released his cock, wrapped his hands around her waist, dipped her back off her feet and touched his mouth to hers. He kissed her, so whisper-soft, as if he wished to savor the taste of her then with a low growl, he deepened their kiss, his tongue sliding over hers in a kiss that completely scattered all her thoughts.
Naught had ever felt so right.
Coll was kissing her, for the first time, and he was completely naked too.
“I want to touch you,” he breathed into her mouth.
She nodded, so lost for the aye she needed to speak.
“You’re the perfect illusion of my sweet Fiona.” He set her back on her feet, tugged the tie at the neckline of her nightrail then loosened the laces all the way to her navel. Slowly, he parted the fabric and exposed her breasts. “Och, what a sight to behold.”
“You like what you see?” She certainly liked the way he looked, but then she always had.
“I do.” He gave the folds of her shift still clinging to her hips a tug and the cotton slithered down to her feet and pooled on the ground.
She should have been embarrassed, but the emotion just wouldn’t rise around him. She wanted this, him touching her and her touching him.
“I want to devour every inch of you.”
“By all means, go right ahead.” She had no intention of halting him now, not when she’d been waiting a lifetime for this moment. She wanted him to make her his in every possible way.
“Make my dreams soar, Fiona.” He scooped her up, dropped her on top of his bed’s brown fur covers then slid in over top of her and brought their flesh together without even a single inch separating them. “Touch me, just as I’m touching you.”
Oh, sweet heaven. This moment had now moved far beyond her wildest dreams.
Touch him, she would. She grasped his shoulders, stroked down his muscled arms then around to his back before dipping lower, right over his firm buttocks. This was exactly how she’d always wished to touch him, and now she’d started, she had no intention of stopping.
It was time to claim the man she’d always wished to claim.
No more would she allow another to stand in their way.
He was hers, just as she’d always been his.
Chapter 2
This moment was what Coll had wished for his entire life and he intended on bedding his dream Fiona until neither of them could breathe for the pleasure. This magical hallucination of her would have to keep him satisfied for all the years to come once he’d spoken his marriage vows with the MacRae’s daughter. “Tell me you want this,” he whispered against her lips.
“I want this.”
“As do I.” He caught one of her silky red locks tumbling across his covers and twined the long length around his finger. Her breathing hitched and he seized her mouth and saturated himself in the taste of her, in the only woman who’d ever consumed his every thought, both day and night.
“You kiss so divinely.” She clasped his shoulders, her nails digging in like a claiming then she rubbed her body against his, the friction of her soft skin against his hairier body so sublime.
Damn, he’d never be able to hold on for long if she kept tormenting him in such a way. His cock throbbed, so achy and full even though he’d just brought himself to a peak in the tub.
Dreamily, he slid one hand along her hip then down into the V of her groin and cupped her mound. Silky red curls, the same rich and vibrant shade as her head, guarded her entrance. Heat pulsed there and gently, he slid one finger along her nether lips as he lowered his head to her lush breasts.