Page 55 of Highlander’s Protector

He groaned. “I really want to… You have no idea. But I can’t…”

“There are ways that my virginity can be faked,” she whispered. “I’ll pay the price later. Take me. Make me yers.”

Her words were his undoing. He’d been dreaming of her, imagining this, craving it for days. He’d regretted not doing this earlier. He’d show her how much he loved her.

“You’d be my first, too,” he whispered.

And she kissed him harder, needier. She was all soft skin and gorgeous limbs and everything he’d ever wanted. He spread her thighs.

Oh Christ, how he wanted her. Needed to be one with her, buried inside her so deep he wouldn’t know where he ended and she began. To feel her, tight and wet and sleek around him.

In his world, in the twenty-first century, a girl he loved begging for him to take her virginity wouldn’t be an issue. He’d need a condom, of course…

But there were no condoms here. So he wouldn’t come inside. He’d pull out. It was the fourteenth century, and he had to play by the rules.

“Anna…” He kissed her. “Are you sure?”

She circled with her pelvis, teasing his cock, and he sucked in air from a sudden onrush of pleasure.

“I am,” she whispered. “I havena been so sure in my life.”

Goddamn it. Goddamn it to hell. He couldn’t resist that.

“It might hurt, sweetheart…” he said. “I’m not an expert, of course. But it might hurt the first time.”

“I ken. I dinna think anything will hurt with ye…”

He groaned as her words echoed within him in a sweet ache. He looked deep into her eyes. He would be a dead man by now if it wasn’t for her. He would be back in the twenty-first century if he hadn’t grabbed his sister’s leg and traveled in time. And he wouldn’t be with her. This princess, this seductress, this warrior. This Highland woman he was ready to die for.

They may not have a tomorrow. All they had was now.

And as the storm raged and beat against the house like the Middle Ages had raged and beat against him for the past three years, as thunder roared and heavy rain drummed against the roof above their heads, he looked at her and he knew.

He loved her. And he’d love her his whole life.

And nothing would ever give him greater happiness than making love to the woman he loved.

Still looking into her eyes, he felt her with his hand. She was wet and slick, her arousal dripping from her. He didn’t know what to do to make it less painful; he only knew he wanted to give her pleasure. All the pleasure in the world.

Rubbing her clit and seeing her arch her torso into him and gasp, he positioned his cock against her entrance. She was hot and velvety, and just touching her there spilled a liquid jolt of pleasure through him. His heart raced. This was about to happen. He pressed, and she was tight. There was a barrier he couldn’t pass through. He gently started to dig in, stretching her, watching her, continuing to rub her clit. She gasped, digging her nails into his back, her legs wrapping around his hips and pressing him into her.

The pleasure of her flesh against his was so intense, he was barely holding off from plunging into her balls deep. “Does it hurt?” he asked, breathless.

“Nae,” she whispered on an exhale, her eyes liquid and black. “It fills me, I want more of this…more of ye…inside me.”

He swallowed hard, holding on to the last bits of his restraint, trying not to do exactly what she’d asked him to.

“Okay,” he said, swallowing, and twisted himself gently into her, massaging her slick clit.

“Ahhh….” she gasped, arching into him. “Oh, David…”

She was opening to him, her thighs falling farther apart. He pressed in as gently as he could, more and more, and then the pressure, the barrier that held him off, was gone and he was inside of her.

She gasped again, the sound half pained, half ecstatic. He froze, almost unable to believe the unbearable softness and tightness he was surrounded with. Her.

They were one. He breathed deeply to stop himself from withdrawing and plunging in again.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.