Releasing her hair, he used his other hand to hitch up her chemise and robe. Underneath, warm, delicate skin awaited and he gripped her thigh, then moved up until he clasped her bottom. In one movement, he lifted her and she immediately latched her legs around his hips. Her juncture against his arousal was enough to send his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“By God,” he forced through a parched throat.
He found the arch of her neck with his lips and her fingernails dug into his scalp as he frantically kissed every sweetly fragranced part from her shoulder to her ear. He paused to nip at her lobe, whispering, “For ye, wee lass. All for ye.”
“Aye, oh aye,” she said breathily.
Finn thrust against her—too hard probably—but he had little control over his movements. Her sounds and reactions drove him forward—drove him mad. This little vixen might have been a maiden, but she knew well how her body worked, and how to bring him to the edge.
She slipped a little and he lifted her again, slotting her perfectly against him. He stumbled away from the wall when she tilted herself to kiss him deeply, hands wound tightly in his hair. Arms wrapped about her, Finn manoeuvred them into an empty stall and pushed her up against the wall. Katelyn gasped when her back met the wall. Had he been too rough? But her desperate kisses across his face in search of his mouth soothed away his concern.
He lifted her higher until her breasts lined up with his face and he took a stiff peak straight into his mouth, sucking it through the cotton. She cried out and moved both hands to grip his shoulders. He nipped lightly with his teeth, relished the evidence of her desire, before nuzzling his way across to the other breast and paying it the same attention. The loose neckline of her chemise allowed him access to the rise of one breast and he kissed and sucked the supple flesh but it wasn’t enough.
Hands supporting her, he carried her over to a hay bale. He smirked. Fate was mocking him, bringing him back here. But this time he’d have true satisfaction. He placed her on the bale and settled between her legs. His hands were shaky as he yanked at the neckline of her shift. Finally one rounded breast was revealed and he groaned. When he took it in his mouth with no barrier between them, Katelyn cried out his name.
He shushed her and blew across the taut peak, making her renew her rocking motion. She tried to reach down to cup him but he brushed her hand away. “For ye,” he reminded her, licking his way between her breasts up to her collarbone. “And I’ll no’ last if ye touch me, Katie. Yer too much for a man to take.”
“I want to touch ye,” she complained while he kissed up the side of her neck.
“Soon,” he assured her. His gut fisted when he realised that wasn’t true. He had her for one night, nothing more. The tightening eased when he brought a hand up between them and cupped a breast. He might regret not being able to do more, but he would not let fear ruin this.
He drew away to look at her. Delicate pale skin, trembling breasts, thighs parted. God almighty, not even a saint could resist. He lunged forward and she nearly toppled off the bale, so desperate was his kiss. He managed to slip her robe from her shoulders and find the hem of her chemise while she tangled her tongue furiously with his.
Breaking away for the merest moment, he removed the shift and flung it aside. Katelyn’s hand worked feverishly at the pin of his plaid. Still they kissed as he helped her with the rest of his garments. As soon as he was undressed, he kneeled between her thighs and flattened her against him.
“Are ye cold?” he asked between kisses.
“Nay.”
Finn smoothed his hands up and down her back, taking pleasure in the softness. He found the dip of her bottom and traced it with his fingers, then sketched a path up her spine. She trembled in his arms and arched her hips. Damp heat made his head swim and he cursed roughly. He wished to God he could be more careful, treat her like a queen, but his need was too great. His touches were rough and fraught but Katelyn met him, touch for touch. Her soft fingers were as eager. She tugged his braid, dug her nails into him, even nipped his shoulder with her teeth. He’d truly met his match in Katelyn.
Sliding a hand between them, he found her sex and she jerked when he circled her nub. All that obvious desire for him made him impossibly hard. He toyed there for as long as he was able, his body taut with restraint. Finn sank a finger into her and she went rigid. Then she urged him deeper and he followed it with another finger. Soon she rode his digits, head thrown back, hair cascading and brushing against the arm he used to support her. His nostrils flared, his skin heated. Torture and ecstasy in one. A sight he’d never forget.