She kissed Iain, hard, her tongue finding his as he fisted his fingers in her hair and she took all he had to offer, pulling away only long enough to comment between kisses. “Next time. We can do the romantic thing next time. Right now? I don’t want to have to think.”
“Aye, love. As you wish.” With his kisses deepening, he lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried up the stairs and to his bedroom.
She slammed the door shut behind them and then pulled off her sweater, as he landed them on the bed. It had been far too long since she’d been with anyone, and after all that’d happened, she desperately needed Iain, needed the sort of distraction and satisfaction only he could give her.
Good thing he was more than willing.
He undid her bra with an experienced flick, his mouth closing around her nipple, sucking it to a hard nub as her back arched in response, feeling a corresponding tug on her swollen clit, until she could think of nothing but him taking her. He made her forget her worries and anger, as if there was nothing else that mattered but the two of them.
His scent filled her head and stoked her passions, as they quickly rid themselves of the rest of their clothing, desperate for him to take her. She swore, she’d never wanted anyone more.
Laying her back on the bed, he nestled his muscular body between her legs, as his mouth claimed hers, his hand cupping her breast and pinching her nipples before trailing kisses down over her skin, her breasts, the curve of her belly. “You’re gorgeous, Cat.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Her breath caught as he slipped his fingers against her slick heat, dipping his fingers into her with slow thrusts as she bit her lip and tilted her hips towards him, wanting more.
As if reading her mind, he slipped a second finger deep inside her as his tongue lapped at her clit, teasing it as his other hand pinched her nipple, the flicker of pain melting into pleasure. She bit back a needy moan, and buried her fingers in his hair, tugging him to her as the energy inside her started to build.
“You taste so sweet, love…” He stroked her clit with his stiff tongue as his fingers curled deep inside her, his pace quickening as her breathing went shallow and ragged.
She was so close, teetering on the verge of coming, when he caught her clit between her teeth and flicked it with his tongue. He pushed her over that edge, her orgasm crashing over her as she cried out his name, her body quivering as the last tremors of pleasure coursed through her.
Wanting more, she pulled him up to her and kissed him, reaching between them to stroke his steely hard length, the feel of it like silk over steel. He pulled a condom out of the nightstand and tore it open it, before slipping it over his cock with an expert hand, his mouth hard on hers once more, her knees falling to the side so she could take him. His cock nudged against her slick opening, and then he was pushing inside her, stretching her body as he filled her, easing his cock deeper with each stroke.
“Bloody hell, love. You’re so tight—and you feel so damn good.” Iain hooked her knee up over his shoulder, opening her up to him so he could take her deeper, each thrust now hitting that sweet spot so that she was once more on the verge of coming again.
She bit his neck, pulling him closer as she ran her nails down his back, spurring him on as he took her harder, faster, her breath catching as she teetered on the edge once more. “I’m going to come, Iain…”
And then she was doing just that, her orgasm tearing through her like an electrical storm, as he joined her with a primal grunt, pumping his hips as he came, so there was nothing left but the beating of their hearts.
***
Cat woke up tangled in Iain’s arms, with memories of their night together fresh on her mind. She didn’t have a single regret. Spinning around, she gave him a quick kiss as he stirred, his eyes refusing to open even as he kissed her back. “I’m going to make a pot of coffee, and then get back to the journals. Feel free to sleep in.”
He gave her a grunt in response and then was asleep once more. Her lips slowly curled into a smile as she took him in—his dark curls and the start of a scruffy beard, muscular arms and long legs. She’d be happy to look at him all day—except she had the Highlander’s Hope to find. Throwing on a pair of sweats and a tee, she headed downstairs, grabbed her jacket and let Duncan out, since he was trotting around by the door.
The temperature had dipped, and a fierce wind was coming in from the ocean. She knew they weren’t far from the water, though she’d yet to see it. Maybe Iain would take her—though not until it warmed up a bit. Now chilled to the bone, she called out to Duncan so they could head back in.