She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her body hard against his, and their lips found each others yet again, and they feasted.
Breathless when the kiss ended, she pressed her cheek to his and after a moment, said, “I want to make love with you.”
He grabbed her chin and wore a wicked grin that only served to excite her more.
“Who do I make love to, Carissa or Hope?” he asked with a devilish glint.
“Can you handle Carissa?” she challenged.
He chortled and lifted her up to plop her down on the edge of the table. “The question should be, can she handle me?”
Carissa grinned and slipped her hand beneath his plaid to stroke the hard length of him and damn if he didn’t feel like velvet in her hand. “You appear the right size, Highlander, but…” She paused, and her grin grew. “We’ll have to see if you have the stamina.”
“That’s a challenge, my love, I’m definitely up to.”
He tossed up her skirt and she pushed his plaid aside and when he grabbed her around the waist and yanked her forward, he slid into her with ease.
He rested his brow to hers. “Perfect fit.”
“I agree,” she said, and she slipped her arms around his neck. “Now let’s see how much stamina you have.”
He laughed, dropped his hands to her bottom, and lifted her just enough for him to move in a motion that had her moaning and groaning with pleasure in no time. And when she thought she would climax, he stopped and altered his rhythm, whether long or short strokes, it didn’t matter, for it quickened her passion and her moans grew louder.
“Now,” she begged after what seemed like forever.
“No, not yet,” he whispered, and carried her to the bed, still inside her.
“Strip us,” he whispered as he nibbled at her ear.
She did with haste, and he lowered them to the bed, where he proceeded to drive in and out of her with such exquisite torture that it wasn’t long before she was begging him for release.
And he gave it to her with a forceful suddenness that had her screaming his name. But he wouldn’t let it end there. When she thought it was done, the ripples past, they started all over again. He raised her legs so they rested on his shoulders and drove even deeper into her, igniting her passion all over again.
It was as if he had set her soul to burning, and only he could extinguish the never-ending flames. The heat poured through her and her body sparked and she wanted nothing, absolutely nothing, but him inside of her stoking, firing, and finally bursting until the fire completely consumed her.
She cried out when the burst came upon her, and it spread in ripples of pleasure as he made sure she enjoyed each and every one. Then she felt him burst and moan with pleasure, and she smiled.
She thought they would sleep the night, but their bodies thought differently, and she woke to his hand teasing her nub, already wet with the want of him. But he took his time, hardening her nipples with his flickering tongue, kissing down the center of her until his tongue replaced his hand, and she arched from the thrill that raced through her.
She was ready to climax in no time and he didn’t stop her, though when she was almost finished, he entered her and caught up her ripples once again and drove her to another climax, in which he joined.
She snuggled in his arms afterward, feeling more content and complete than ever before. But that wasn’t the end of it. Dawn had yet to arrive when she woke to him gently stroking her body, soft and subtle as if he barely touched her, and yet his faint touch created magic. It teased and tempted and made her shiver with desire. And when he was done with the front of her, he rolled her over and went to work there and she buried her face in the mattress to stifle her loud moans.
She heard him laugh, and as she turned to confront him, he wrapped his arm around her waist, swung her completely around, kissed her, then entered her slowly and with a damn grin.
She rose up to meet him, but he held back.
“Tell me you want me,” he teased.
“You know I do.”
“Tell me,” he said, and eased out of her, though not completely.
“Don’t make me beg,” she snapped.
“Ah, my sweet Carissa,” he said, his green eyes intent. “Tell me, Carissa, tell me you want me.”
He had called her Carissa, and there was no anger in his eyes, so without hesitation she said, “I want you, Highlander, I want you so very badly.”
“Damn if I don’t feel the same about you,” he growled as he set them in motion and within minutes sent them both reeling from the explosive release that left them breathless and completely spent.
The next time they woke they both lay exhausted wrapped around each other.