Page 132 of Ruined By the Ruthless Highlander
“Open yer eyes,” he whispered, the ordinary words sending a shiver down her spine.
Her nerves sizzled in excitement as he trailed kisses up her neck, and when he stepped back, her eyes slowly fluttered open. His were the most fiery set of brown eyes she’d ever looked into.
“Ye are the most beautiful woman,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “I want to see ye as ye are.”
Marian’s cheeks warmed. She knew what he was asking of her.
Her breathing quickened at the mere thought, and her heart thrummed at the realization that she wanted it to.
She trusted him, so she pushed the rest of her dress off her waist, allowing the heavy material to slide down into a pile at her feet.
Lachlan moved closer to her and then carefully lifted her into his arms, avoiding the sore area on her ribs. She let out a small gasp of surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He smiled as he carried her to the center of the bed. “Makin’ sure ye’re comfortable.”
He lay her down gently, his chest heaving as he settled beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her heatedly.
Marian did not realize that she’d been holding her breath until he kissed her sternum through her shift.
“Lachlan…” she whispered, and he leaned closer, his fingers brushing her hair from her face.
“Ye are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Marian,” he murmured, planting a kiss next to the wound on her temple.
Marian sighed softly.
Lachlan planted more kisses all over her body, and she moaned, her body slowly melting into the fur. She stiffened as his hand came to rest on her breast, but only for a moment before he began to fondle it.
The sensation was unlike any she’d ever felt.
Lachlan kissed her through the thin fabric of her shift, before taking a nipple between his teeth while he pinched the other. He nipped it lightly, and she nearly screamed, her hips bucking.
Lachlan pulled back then, watching with dark eyes as her chest rose and fell heavily. “Tell me what ye want, Marian.” His voice was tight with restraint.
Marian knew what she wanted. She wanted this as much as he did, probably even more. She wanted so badly to release the ache within her and replace it with pleasure.
Withlove.
Her lips trembled as she watched him undo his tunic. Her heart pounded so hard, she nearly felt it in her back.
Lachlan pulled the tunic off his shoulders and flung it somewhere across the room. Her eyes followed every inch of muscle that flexed in his chest as he leaned back toward her, and her lower lip caught between her teeth.
He groaned, the sound sending a low vibration through her as he kissed her hip. He kissed his way back up to her lips, claiming her once again with an all-consuming kiss.
She gasped as she tried to keep up with him, and he paused, breathing deeply as his forehead pressed softly against hers.
Marian moved her hand slowly around his back, feeling his skin quiver beneath her fingertips. Her hand trailed lower, tentatively at first, until she reached the waistband of his trews.
She felt him stiffen under her touch, and she moved her hand away slightly. But his large, rough palm wrapped around it, gently squeezing her fingers.
He leaned back, guiding her hand slowly downward until it came to rest on his rock-hard member.
Marian swallowed. Her eyes widened as he held her hand there for a moment longer, but she did not pull away. Instead, she stilled, feeling the light throb under her touch.
Eventually, he let go of her hand, allowing it to fall to her side.
Marian’s eyes stayed glued on the bulge in his trews, her curiosity piqued. His lips curled into a small smile, as though he knew what he was doing to her. As though he enjoyed it.
