One last chance to feel loved and treasured for the first time in her life, even if it wasn’t true. He felt something for her—whether it was love, she knew not—but the way Finn touched her and worshipped her body was enough. He was no man of great words but he said much with his fingers. Everything was unravelling. Soon, something would change. If she couldn’t persuade Gillean to delay the wedding further she’d be married. And if her father ever came to her rescue, her real identity would come out and she’d return to Bute.
Still, before long he would forget her and her deception. Finn had offered her no commitments, no words of love, and she doubted he ever intended to.
But for now, she wanted one more night. Another memory to carry her through whatever the next few days brought. Catriona parted her lips in invitation and he hovered over her.
“No’ so hasty this time, wee lass.” He skimmed a finger over her lips, down her throat and circled it lightly. “So fragile,” he murmured. “Yer skin is so pale and beautiful. I shallnae touch it again after this night.”
She nodded numbly. Against the painful throb of her heart, warmth flowed through her at his touch, the combination confusing and exhilarating, as if his seductions might soothe away some of the agony.
“I shallnae kiss ye again,” he whispered.
He tucked his arm further under her back and held her close before lowering his lips to hers. The instant bolt of awareness that jolted through her still surprised her. He shoved her chemise from her shoulder. Dragging his mouth away from hers, he bit down on her bare skin and she moaned. He used his teeth to rake across her skin to her neck and took a moment to suck and lick there. Katelyn writhed under his weight
He fumbled with the laces at the front of her shift, trying to part the material but his hands seemed uncontrollable. With a growl, he gave up his fight with the laces and rolled so she landed on top of him. Her legs came to either side of his hips and his hardness pressed against her sex. She rocked against him and plunged her hands into his hair to kiss him fiercely. Tongues tangling, barely time to take a breath, Finn grasped her hips and she moved eagerly as flickers of gratification already pulsed through her.
Her hair trailed over him, like a curtain, hiding them from the world. The candlelight slid over his features, flickering and dancing. Catriona stroked her hands over his stubbled jaw and touched the scar on his lip, twisted the small braid in his hair. His hands found the neckline of her chemise once more and he tugged forcefully. She ran her palms up and down his chest, urging him on, and his plaid loosened and fell to his side. Her nails hit his stomach, pressing under his shirt and he hissed.
Catriona gasped when his desperate tugs rent her chemise nearly in two so the curves of her breasts were visible to his eager gaze
“By God, Katie, ye are more perfect than I ever dreamed,” he murmured in awe.
She lifted her breasts, entreating him to touch them while the soft flesh vibrated gently with her wanting breaths. The rosy tips tightened under his scrutiny.
A smile crept across her face. “Ye dreamed of me?”
“Aye. Many a night.”
“I dreamed of ye too,” she admitted.
“Come here, my sweet lassie.” He used his hands to coax her forward, bringing her breasts to his mouth.
Finn sucked on one breast while he palmed the other, always avoiding her tight nipples. She groaned in frustration. His hips thrust up, mimicking what she longed for him to do but he appeared determined to slow things down. He moved his attention to her other breast, holding her against him now with both hands. She skimmed her hands down his sides, treasuring the flex of his muscles and waiting for that hot mouth on her aching tips. Whatever he felt for her at least she knew he desired her just as much. Rising, she tugged his shirt up and he helped her pull his garments off. His hair rumpled, his eyes softened. Catriona trailed a finger over the dips of his stomach and over the fine golden hair leading down.
“Yer so beautiful,” she murmured and he chuckled. “What? Ye dinnae think a man can be beautiful?”
He lifted those great shoulders, amusement in his gaze. “Lasses are beautiful. Ye are beautiful. Yer made so perfectly.” Finn ran his fingers up her sides, tracing her curves.
She smiled. “As are ye, Finn.”
Fingers flexing around his arousal, she trailed her hair over him, watched the undulation of his muscles as his breaths rasped, and licked the tip. He bucked his hips.
“By God, Katie,” he spluttered when she took him further into her mouth.
The taste and texture of him danced on her tongue. She’d heard of such a way of pleasuring a man but she did not know it could bring her pleasure too. Her body pulsed as rough fingers winnowed through her hair. Catriona took him deeper and he throbbed against her tongue. She worked up and down him, hand clasped around the base. His scent filled her nostrils, musky and masculine.