Highlander's Passion (The Matheson Brothers #2)

“And all-consuming.” He rubbed against her, his entire body as slick and wet as hers as he swept her shift over her head and touched his lips to hers. “You’re so beautiful, your skin so creamy and soft.” He flapped her undergarment onto the ledge, shoved his pants down his thickly muscled legs and laid the leather down as another barrier against them and the stone. Then he swept her up, laid her on top of their clothes and kneeling between her spread legs, captured her breasts in his hands and eased them together. Thumbs swiping her nipples, stiffening them further, he licked around her aureoles, first one and then the other. “So wet and hard. I need more,” he rasped.

“Take whatever you desire.”

He kissed her again, so deliciously he turned the heat radiating through her blood into a roaring fire, until every inch of her sizzled and every one of her thoughts scattered. She needed this, needed him.

“You’re all mine.” Greedily, he sucked one nipple deep inside his mouth and played the tip with his tongue.

Delicious heat radiated through her blood and she arched her back, thrust her breasts ever deeper into his exquisite touch and whimpered. “Finlay, I need more.”

“I’ve got you.” He rubbed her nub as he continued to lave her breasts and she gasped as white-hot pleasure struck her and rippled outward. She soared as he drove her over the edge, so swiftly and completely, her body so in tune with his touch. Stars shimmered, and ever so slowly, she came back down.

“That was beautiful to watch,” he whispered against her ear.

“I want you inside me, now.”

“Soon. Your scent has wrapped itself around me and I wish to taste what beckons me below.” Grinning, he slid one finger along her wet folds and licked his lips as he eyed her entrance. “Did I do so the first time?”

“Aye, you left no part of me untouched.” As he wouldn’t this time either. The promise of all that would come shone in his passion-filled gaze.



“This is a moment I’ve craved.” Finlay longed for his mate, the only woman he’d ever love. Such a ravenous hunger rolled through him. “I want your scent on my tongue, as well as in and around me. I want to have you so deeply ingrained inside me, that you’re as much a part of me as I long to be a part of you.”

He slid onto his belly between her knees, raised her legs, hooked them over his shoulders until her bottom lifted off the ledge and she lay fully exposed to him. From the overhead vent, light filtered through even as the storm raged. The lush pinkness of her enticed him. So beautiful, and all his.

With her inner thighs spread, he traced along her folds then plunged one finger inside her. She bucked and moaned, her beaded nipples hardening even further. “I see you like that.”

“There is naught you can do that I willnae like.”

“Then are you ready for more?” He stroked her harder and faster, rubbing his thumb across her nub until she arched into his touch.

“Aye,” she panted, “love me however you please.”

He added a second finger then dipped his head and licked her flesh. His bear rumbled in appreciation then he removed his fingers and thrust his tongue inside her, stroked the inside of her channel then retreated and did the same all over again. Lapping her, he built her next orgasm to a peak with his mouth and tongue alone. This was what he wanted, to hear her soft cries for more, to know her passion rose to such heights because of him. A myriad of sensations stormed through him and his cock throbbed, so heavy and full and wanting as he drank at the very heart of his woman.

“Finlay, I cannae take any more. I need your mouth on mine.”

“I’m coming, love.” He lifted up, licking and nipping her skin as he did, along the sweet line of her groin, around her belly button and her tasty midsection. Then he gorged himself on her full breasts and her pebbled nipples. Higher still, he moved, along her sweet collarbone and over the soft flesh of her neck. He laved his mark, still as visible as when he’d bitten her earlier in the day, then nibbled on her tiny lobe. All of her became a heady, intoxicating rush he wanted to drown himself in.

“My mouth is here.” She cupped the back of his head with one hand and brought his mouth to hers. She kissed him and as she did, she reached one hand down between them, slid her fingers around his cock and pulled him in long strokes. His spine tingled and the pressure in his shaft built swiftly.

Kissing her, savoring the luscious recesses of her mouth, and having her hand on him had his cock begging for release. He had to take her, join their bodies and never let go. He gave into that need and blood pounding, plunged his cock deep inside her.

The fiery heat of her core bathed him in her scent and she moaned into his mouth, clutched his butt and pulled him in even deeper. “This is where you belong, my warrior, my lover, the other half of my soul.”

“We’re one, and from this moment forth, we shall always be so.” Ever so slowly, he slid back out then pushed all the way inside her again, every inch of her welcoming heat accepting him. “I want to make you come, over and over. Keep your mind open to mine and share all you feel.”

“I feel too much, yet also no’ nearly enough. This time we come together.” With her mind open to his and her legs looped around the backs of his knees, she clung to him. “Make me fly.”