Once Upon a Highland Christmas(34)

“He told me he hopes such goods will inspire some of the younger MacNab lads to compose poems and songs as Archie once did.” She stepped back from the bed, dusted her hands. “He wouldn’t do all that if his only reason was fear of being turned into a newt. He was jesting you. I knew it as soon as we arrived.”

“And I’d hoped you were thinking of my kisses.” Grim moved to stand behind her, his hands warm on her shoulders as he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck. “I’ll own I’ve thought of nothing else. Except that I wish to place them somewhere else this night.”

“Oh?” Breena turned in his arms, looking up into his face. The heat in his eyes melted her. His words made her heart start thumping hard and slow. “I’m sure I don’t understand.” She hedged, not quite bold enough to voice her suspicion. “Perhaps you should tell me where you mean?”

“I’d rather show you.” Scooping her into his arms, he settled her on the edge of the bed and eased her back against the cushions. “You’ll remember how I stroked you last night?” he reminded her, somehow lifting her skirts and bunching them up around her hips before she realized he’d done so.

He even parted her knees as he knelt beside the bed, his hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, opening and exposing her.

“Oh, dear.” Breena stilled, aware of the cold air rushing over hot, damp places.

She didn’t close her knees.

She couldn’t possibly, because Grim’s wondrous, bliss-spending hands had reached her intimate flesh. His warm, questing fingers lit over her again and again, bringing her such pleasure she couldn’t bear it if he stopped.

“That’s a good lass.” He breathed the praise against her knee and then touched a finger to that oh-so-magical spot that brought such intense sensation. He rubbed that place, circling and circling as he’d done before. He seduced and gentled her until she closed her eyes and rocked her hips, lost in the sweetness of his caress.

Until something soft and hot flicked over that same tingly spot, the swirling wet heat bringing even greater, more thrilling pleasure.

It was his tongue.

Breena’s eyes snapped open. She almost bucked off the bed, but he only placed a big, staying hand on her stomach, holding her where she was.

“O-o-oh…” She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her. It was outrageous. And oh so delicious.

“How good you are, lass.” His deep voice came muffled, his dark head trapped between her thighs.

She shifted, her movements only serving to press his face even closer to the tingly, oh-so-aroused dampness of her soft woman’s flesh.

She opened her knees wider, Grim’s deep chuckle warning that she’d exposed even more of herself. He took advantage, pulling back to stare down at her, his dark eyes smoldering. Slowly, he lowered his head and licked her.

Breena melted.

Everything inside her, all that she was, came apart, turning liquid and spilling everywhere. Swirls of hot molten honey pooled and heated at her core. The sensations centered at that one dazzling spot and deeper still, wherever his tongue laved her. The intimacy was undeniable, a thrumming madness made more intense by the love words he murmured against her flesh, the slow-circling finger that rubbed so gently at that wondrous place of such bliss.

Nearing the brink of the primal, near desperate edge of pleasure she knew was about to crash over her, she cracked her eyes, peering down to see Grim looking right at her.

He lifted his head for a beat, his smile darkly wicked. “You taste sweeter than the nectar of the gods.” His deep voice was roughened, husky with passion. “Dinnae e’er naesay me this pleasure.”

“I couldn’t if I wished to, it feels too good.” Breena held his gaze as she spoke true, secretly knowing she’d beg him to do this if ever he forgot.

He lowered his head again, this time opening his mouth over her, drawing deep as if to drink her in, drowning on the very essence of her. It was too much. That glittery edge rushed her, sweeping her into forgetfulness as her body tightened and then quivered beneath him, her world once again spinning away into sweet, dark nothingness.

Then, she didn’t know if it was hours or only moments later, she became aware of Grim’s big, strong body stretched out beside her on the bed. The sumptuous coverlet was pulled over them, its warmth, and Grim’s, chasing the night’s cold. He’d rested his face against the curve of her neck and she knew he slept because of the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing.

He held her hand, their fingers loosely entwined. And it was that intimacy, the tenderness of their joined touch that made her heart thump hard against her ribs. Whatever might come between them, nothing would ever matter more to her than making him happy.