The Trouble with Highlanders (15 page)

“So ye should sit down, me laird.”

His eyebrows shot up with disdain, bringing a smile to her lips. Daphne enjoyed the surge of daring that filled her and pointed at the chair.

“Sit down, Norris Sutherland, or I shan't remove a single garment.”

He plopped into the chair like an eager little boy. There was a slant to his lips that was pure man, but his eyes glowed with anticipation too. A tingle raced along her arms and down her body, an awareness of just what her actions would lead to. She'd never felt so confident of her own sexuality or her ability to dictate the pace of their union.

“Do ye need help with yer laces?” he suggested hopefully.

Her cheeks heated, her memory recalling just how easily he'd overwhelmed her the first time. She'd boldly teased him too, and tonight, she wanted to unleash more of that devilish side of her nature.

She shook her head, gently fingering the edge of her bodice where it hooked. With a tiny pop, the first hook gave way, and then she was working her fingers down to the waistline.

Norris sat back, abandoning all hints of boyhood. Now he was very much an adult male, contemplating doing things only men did with women.

“I'll have the tailor make ye up more of those,” he murmured suggestively.

“Ye are nae telling me what to do.” She had the bodice open, and the dress sagged, the weight of the skirt pulling it down her body. She rolled her shoulders back, and it easily slithered down her frame to the floor.

“Ye enjoy satisfying me demands.”

She shrugged, toying with the end of the lace that tightened her long stays down the front. “Ye might well find being on the receiving end… enjoyable too.”

His expression became one of impending challenge. He reached up and stroked his face. “I can nae wait to test yer theory.”

And neither could she. With a tug, she opened the bow the lace had been secured with. His gaze settled on the swell of her breasts. Hunger flickered in his eyes. It was fascinating the way he stared at her. She hadn't realized how long she'd been in the stillroom, for the sun was setting and the light fading.

Twilight
was
the
time
when
fairies
were
strongest…

With a single finger, she pulled the lace through the first few eyelets. Her breasts were still small and didn't sag once their support was removed. The stays came off easily, and soon they were abandoned on the table with her cap.

Only the flicker of the fire lit the chamber. The dancing tongues of orange and scarlet cast a primitive light over her chemise. Norris's face had been a tapestry of tension and need. One hand curled around the arm of the chair as though he fought the urge to rise.

“Come here, lass, and I'll help ye with those boots.”

His voice was low and tempting and edged with a promise that made her tremble. It was the sure knowledge that he was aroused. She recognized the timbre of his tone. Beneath his kilt, his cock would already be stiff, and her passage was growing moist in response.

All of the reasons why they shouldn't give into desire's pull were missing as she sauntered toward him. He was mesmerized by her. His green eyes narrowed as his gaze slipped over the curve of her hips, and he patted the spot between his thighs. She wanted to be bold, wanted to let the desire to toy with him consume her.

He didn't reach for the tie on her ankle boot first. Instead, he cupped her calf, gently rubbing it until he reached where her garters held her stocking secure at her knee. Without looking away from her, he worked the small buckle of the garter and released it.

“Courtesans learn to captivate a man by disrobing.” He slid his hand down to her boot and began to work the lace free of the antler-horn buttons along the inside of her ankle. “But I admit I'm the sort of man who enjoys getting his hands involved more than just watching.”

He lifted her foot out of the boot and let it fall to the floor. He massaged her foot, working his hands up along her calf until he reached the top of her stocking. He lingered there for a moment, teasing her bare skin. And then he boldly stroked the top of her thigh. When he drew his hand back, he curled his fingers into a talon, sending a ripple of sensation straight into her core. He felt it and chuckled softly as he tugged her stocking free.

“It seems ye like having me hands on ye as well, lass.”

He released her foot, and she touched it down onto the floor. The stone was cool and felt good against her skin. Her heart was racing, warming her and making the chemise feel like too much.

“So demanding again,” she admonished while offering her second boot to him. “Be careful. If ye believe ye know everything, what new experiences will there be for ye to have? What will there be to tantalize ye?”

He dropped her boot next to its companion. “I'm naught but yer humble student.”

She laughed at him while he unbuckled her garter and rolled her stocking down her leg. It fluttered to the floor, but he didn't release her ankle. He held it prisoner while stroking her calf. This time he smoothed his hand along the inside of her thigh, awakening a thousand different points of sensitivity she'd never realized she had. The desire to lean her head back and let her eyes close so she might sink into the sensation was strong.

“I can see several advantages to sitting down,” Norris muttered.

He stretched up his hand, teasing the curls on her mons and then stroking her slit. She jumped, her eyes half-closed, and he steadied her with his hold on her ankle.

“Keep yer eyes on mine, lass.”

It was a honey-coated demand, and one she wanted to obey. He wasn't the only one who wanted to know if the other was as moved. His green eyes were full of passion as he teased her folds, stroking them and parting them to circle the opening to her passage.

“No quite wet enough, but I recall well how to remedy that.”

Anticipation ripped through her, tightening her nipples. Her clit throbbed for the touch of his tongue again. Nevertheless, her pride rebelled.

“Ye are doing me bidding tonight.”

He thrust the tip of one finger into her passage, unleashing a need that was staggering with its intensity. “Is that a fact?”

“It is,” she countered and lowered her leg. Her clit ached with frustration, but she was too absorbed with the idea of reducing him to the same state he'd had her in that morning.

She sank to her knees, remaining between his open thighs, and flipped up the folds of his kilt. He sucked in a harsh breath. Just as she'd thought, his cock was rigid, the length of it standing straight up now that there was nothing to press it down.

“And I am going to enjoy matching ye, me fine laird.”

The skin encasing his member was soft and smooth. It was hot too. She clasped it, taking a moment to listen to the sounds he made as she stroked his length. Her confidence swelled in response, giving her the daring to lean forward and lick the head.

“Holy fucking Christ!” he swore.

“Norris Sutherland! Christ was pure.”

Norris's eyes glittered with a savage need. He reached out and cupped the back of her head, gripping it just tight enough to send a prickle of sensation across her scalp.

“If ye had been between his thighs with yer little rosy nipples peeking at him, he'd have enjoyed ye as much as I plan to.” His eyes narrowed in challenge. “Unless ye've lost yer nerve.”

“Only gained more of it.” She stroked his length with her fingers. “Ye'll nae count me as another conquest, Norris. I am going to be the woman ye remember as being able to best ye.”

Sure, she was boasting, but she didn't care. She leaned forward and licked the crown of his cock. His grip tightened, confirming she was doing the job right. So she continued, teasing the slit and the spot beneath the head with her tongue.

“Ye've a natural instinct, sure enough.” His voice was raspy, and he'd leaned back in the chair, offering his cock to her. But he wasn't shaking as he did right before he climaxed. For a moment she faltered, until her memory offered up a few comments she'd heard when the maids on MacLeod land hadn't thought she was close enough to hear them.

“Likely sucks him off…”

She smiled as understanding dawned. Opening her mouth, she took the entire head inside and heard him growl. The sound was all she needed as encouragement. Rising up so she could take more of his length inside her mouth, she mimicked the motion of thrusting. Moving her head up and down, taking as much of his member as she could while sucking her lips around it. Both of his hands gripped her head while he thrust upwards into her mouth. She felt him shaking, his cock hardening even further before it suddenly erupted, filling her mouth with his seed.

“Ye're a creature of enchantment for certain,” he snarled, pulling her head away from his sex. For a moment, she soaked up the satisfaction shimmering in his eyes, letting the sight fill her with confidence. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before. The woman inside her was pleased, and there was no shame involved.

“Ye enjoyed that, did nae ye?”

“Why shouldn't I? Ye nearly crowed with victory this morning after… ummm…” she stumbled over the word.

“Frenching ye? I surely did.”

She understood his tone now. It was arrogant, yes, and she enjoyed the feeling as it swelled up inside her chest. She stroked his member, breaking eye contact with him because his length had not lost its stiffness. It was still swollen and ruby red.

“Men are nae limited to one offering a night, Daphne.” He captured her wrists and drew her off her knees. “I wonder, though, if I am nae making a mistake in showing ye just how good it feels to meet yer lover on an even footing.”

“Ye mean instead of lying meekly on me back while me husband labors to plant his seed inside me?” She wrinkled her nose and shrugged. “I suppose that would be one way to ensure ye'd send me back to MacLeod land.”

He stood up, catching her close and wrapping his arms around her. Something appeared in his eyes that looked almost like insecurity, but she couldn't believe it. She lost sight of it when he kissed her. His mouth moved across hers in a sultry motion she was insatiable for. It felt like days since their last kiss, and she reached for him, slipping her hands over his chest and around his neck as she kissed him back.

“I'm tempted to lay ye on yer back in me bed and labor over ye as long as it takes to make sure ye are so satisfied being with me, ye will never even jest about leaving.”

His words offered her something she'd never thought to have from him—affection, or at least the desire to have her near.

“But I'm more interested in discovering just how far yer streak of boldness goes.”

He sat back down, moving his kilt out of the way to expose his erect member once more.

“What do ye mean?” she asked.

“Since ye claimed I was at yer service tonight, sweet fairy, does that mean ye intend to mount me and ride me until ye are satisfied?”

Her eyebrows rose, earning her a chuckle. He wrapped his hand around his cock. “I promise to give ye a spirited ride if ye are bold enough to ride me without a saddle.”

On top of him. She considered the chair, with its wide seat, and realized it would allow her to do exactly what he'd suggested. No doubt it was wicked, but she was already climbing up onto the padded surface of the chair before she finished thinking. He cupped her hips, guiding her over his cock and pulling her closer to his body so she could take his entire length. As she felt the head of his cock parting the folds of her sex, he nuzzled her neck. She was so wet his flesh slid easily into her passage, stretching her as she lowered her body down until he was completely encased inside her.

“Now show me what fire ye have inside ye, Daphne.”

The seat of the chair was wide enough for her to brace both of her knees on the padded surface on either side of his hips. She rose up and let her body weight press her back down. A gasp escaped her lips when the entire length of his cock rubbed along her clitoris. Pleasure went ripping through her, setting off a need to move faster. She gripped his shoulders and answered the demand.

“Aye, ye've got it.”

His voice was dark and savage. She wanted to snarl a response as he helped increase their pace with his grip on her hips. But he suddenly released her, grabbed the chemise, and tore it up and over her head.

“Better!” he grunted as he cupped her breasts, teasing her hard nipples with his thumbs. “I want to see everything ye hide from the rest of the world.” His eyes snapped with demand. “And listen to the sounds ye make when I'm deep inside ye.”

He was lifting his hips every time she plunged down, making their bodies connect harder with each thrust.

“That's it, lass, keep pace with me, or I'll give ye a touch of the whip.”

“Ye'll like me pace, Norris Sutherland, and be satisfied by what I give ye,” she snapped at him.

“Will I?”

His tone was full of arrogance again, so she rose off him, stopping when only the tip of his cock was still inside her.

“Aye, else ye shall have naught.”

He released one hip, and a second later, delivered a light slap to her bottom. It startled her, and she plunged back down while he snickered gleefully.

“Some lasses like a little spanking. Ye might just be one of them.”

“I am nae!” she insisted, but he smacked her opposite cheek, sending her up and down in a quick motion. Her clitoris threatened to burst with climax. She didn't want to tumble over the edge into rapture; she wanted to make sure she took him with her. But the sting from his slap jolted through her lower body, triggering an intense burst of pleasure.

“Ye do like it,” he cooed softly. “I can feel yer passage tightening.”

He delivered another blow, and her body responded instantly. This time he rubbed the spot, but there was no slowing down the reaction. She was becoming desperate, grinding herself against him. The need to climax overwhelmed her. She was poised on the edge, needing just a touch more friction to send her tumbling into the vortex.