Page 17 of Highlander’s Sweet Poison

He released her, and she turned and bent down to get her dress. “What are ye doing?”

Her movements faltered. “I assumed that ye no longer wanted me now that ye see I am flawed.”

“Ye arenae flawed!” he growled as his gaze roamed down the front of her. “Ye are lovely, Jillian, and I mean to taste every inch of ye tonight.”

Before his words even penetrated, he caught her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he feasted on her with his eyes, his fingers brushing down her body from her neck, over her breasts and stomach, skimming past her sex and down her legs to her toes. Goosebumps followed in their wake.

“Ye are still dressed.”

“Aye, and I mean to be so I dinnae lose control,” he said wryly, but he stripped off his shirt and let it fall before carefully kneeling next to her and taking her lips. His kiss was slow and sensual, and she explored his broad shoulders and the impressive muscles of his arms and chest.

Then, he began to move down her body, his tongue making a little path of shocking pleasure until it lingered on her breast.

“Graeme!” she cried out as his tongue flickered over her nipples. Her sex pulsing, she lifted her hips off the bed, but he did nothing to slow the torment.

Then, he moved down the bed and settled between her legs. Lifting one, he pressed his fingers to her feet, massaging them, and she melted into the bed. “Feel good?” he whispered.

“Aye.”

“Tell me what ye want, Jillian.”

“Ye.”

“We will get to that, in time. There is something that ye want right now, Jillian. I can see it in yer face. Tell me, darling.”

He knew exactly what she wanted, but saying it out loud seemed so forbidden. Dropping her leg, he crawled up the lower half of her body and hovered over her sex with a wild look in his eyes. “Say the words, Jillian.”

“I want yer mouth on me!” she cried out finally, the need too great to deny. “Yer tongue...Graeme!”

With a shriek, she grabbed the pillow and covered it over her face to muffle the sounds as he pressed his mouth against her and slipped that tongue right over the center of her pleasure. Her whole body might have levitated off the bed had he not kept her anchored down, and he licked her oh so thoroughly until she was screaming into the feathers.

Her climax built quickly and then broke like a storm, lashing within her and sapping out all her energy while his mouth continued to move, sucking up every last bit of her willpower until she was limp on the bed.

Moving the pillow, he kissed her full on the mouth until she could taste herself and then settled next to her, holding her to the curve of his body. His warmth comforted her. “Sleep, Jillian.”

She was exhausted and so weak. “But what about ye?”

“Later. Tomorrow will be a busy day, and ye will need yer rest.”

Tomorrow. They were leaving tomorrow.

She drifted into sleep before she let her thoughts bring tears to her eyes.

10

She woke up alone.

Even before she opened her eyes, she could tell that Graeme was gone. The heat that had cradled her all night was absent and the blankets were tucked around her.

Breathing in and out slowly, she let the pain of what was to come wash over her, but she refused to let it get to her. This day had been coming since Fulton died, and she could appreciate the reprieve she’d been given. She’d made friends, found a community, survived her nightmare, and felt passion again. It was far more than most in her position would have.

Sitting up, she let the blanket fall from her chest as she faced the sun in the window. There was no clanging around to indicate that Graeme was even in the cottage, and from her bedroom, she could see that her horse was in the stable. At least he wasn’t rushing her out at first light.

And he’d given her some privacy to pack. That was nice.

First, she would break her fast. That would give her some strength, and then she would make her rounds and say her goodbyes. If Graeme had been expecting to leave early, then he should have said something last night.

Last night.