Knight in Highland Armor (Highland Dynasty Book 1) by Amy Jarecki

Author:Amy Jarecki [Jarecki, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Publisher: Rapture Books
Published: 2014-12-31T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Dunstaffnage Castle, 11th November, 1455

Sugared lavender. Colin awoke to a fragrance so heavenly, he thought he’d died and was attended by angels. However, there was only one person on earth who could smell as sweet—the woman he’d vowed never to allow entwine her lacy ribbons around his heart.

But she had.

The devil claim his soul, somehow the green-eyed vixen had inched her talons under his skin. Colin rolled to his side. His head pounded with a fury that churned his gut. Someone pushed into the length of his body and sighed. Headache be damned. He opened his eyes.

Margaret’s soft bottom nestled against him, brushing his cock oh so suggestively. Colin nuzzled into her mane of chestnut locks and moaned. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, a voice mumbled something disagreeable, but with one more deep inhale of Margaret’s sweet fragrance, the inkling was completely suppressed.

He slid his hand around the dip in her waist and tugged her closer to his body. The shaft of his cock cradled between her buttocks. Blessed merciful mercy, heaven sent him a gift. If it weren’t for the incredible pounding in his head, he’d swear he was dreaming. Margaret in his bed? How had that happened?

His cock throbbed and he rocked his hips. He cared not how she ended up beside him. A stone-hard erection consumed his mind. He’d suppressed his desires for so long, it was as if insatiable lust permeated his body. Colin slid his hand to Margaret’s breast, full, round and utterly unbound.

“Mo leannan,” he whispered the Gaelic endearment only reserved for someone very cherished.

He lingered, kneading lightly before he teased her nipple through her woolen gown, making it jut proudly against the fabric. A long sigh skimmed through her lips. Colin rose up on his elbow. Still asleep, she shifted her buttocks into him. Christ, her mere friction could make him come.

Slowly, he slipped his hand down and swirled his fingers around her mons. Margaret moaned louder and arched her back. Colin clenched his bum cheeks and held his cock against her bottom. He closed his eyes, and his head thundered like he’d been bludgeoned. Is that why she’s here? He cast his mind back. The last thing he remembered was Margaret’s startled eyes, her hands clasping over her mouth. William—the overzealous warrior slammed me in the head.

Margaret moved again. Colin’s balls tightened with a renewed rush of heat. He didn’t care if he’d vowed not to love another. Margaret had no right to be lying beside him rubbing her buttocks along his manhood. Any red-blooded man would lose his mind, attacked by her ungodly, alluring scent and heart-shaped hips that begged to be in his hands.

Colin grasped her skirts and tugged them up little by little, until his fingers threaded through the downy soft curls at her apex. His cods ached, his cock at the brink of losing his seed.

He strained for a glimpse of her womanhood, but settled for the smooth porcelain arc of her hip. He closed his eyes and slid a finger between her parting.

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