Highland Pull (Highland Destiny 2) (10 page)

Gabhran’s darkness was well under control tonight, so much so he could barely sense its oily presence. He knew that Miranda would be safe from it were he to hold her, that
wasna the problem. The problem was the feelings she evoked in him, and his sure knowledge he was leaving New Orleans sooner rather than later. He had always been selective with women, choosing to enter sparingly into casual relationships, or in the modern parlance, having friends with benefits.

If he let himself, he could feel much more for Miranda, and it was not a pain he was willing to inflict on either of them.
Pardon me lass, do you mind if I make love to you, and oh by the way, you might wake tomorrow to find me gone.
No, they were not destined for each other, despite the feeling of inevitability that had swept over him last night at Preservation Hall.

“Oh,” Miranda said, a little breathlessly. “I thought you might sit next to me. Come on, come share my popcorn.” She patted the cushion next to her on the couch.

Rolling an inner eye at the inexorable pull he felt, he came to sit next to her. “Aye, lass, but you must know, I doona share very well,” he said teasingly. He snatched the bowl from her hand, and some of the popcorn went flying.

“Shame on you. Didn’t anyone tell you you’re supposed to share?” She smacked his hand playfully, laughing up into his face. She caught her breath at whatever she saw there.

“Watch the movie, lass, and I’ll try not to tell you all the parts they got wrong.” His voice was rough, and he had to force himself to look away from her gaze.

They both watched the movie then, eating their popcorn and studiously ignoring the growing heat between them. When the snack was gone, Miranda kicked off her sandals, tucked her feet up under her legs, and leaned against his side. With a sigh, Gabhran draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.

He kept his word, and refrained from mentioning the historical errors in the movie, but the scenery tugged at his heart.
Christ, I miss Scotland.
Soon he promised himself, soon he would walk her soil again. And what of this woman, his conscience asked. Och, there would be naught between them, not unless he could solve this mystery that caused him to be pulled through time, living his life in small chunks.

Then, as if sensing his thoughts Miranda turned her head to gaze up at him, the long column of her neck exposed, lips lush. Her breasts were gentle swells above the top of her camisole, and she reached one hand up to stroke his face. He should have the strength to pull away, but God help him, sitting here so close to her, the feel of her pressed against him, the smell of her. His common sense melted away.

With excruciating slowness, giving her every opportunity to turn away, he lowered his mouth toward hers, his gaze locked on her face. The instant his lips met hers, he knew he could deny this woman nothing. Not if it was in his power to give. He kissed her long and slow, savoring the taste of her. He trailed his fingertips across the lace that edged her top, then cupped his hand around the back of her neck, running the pad of his thumb along her jaw, and deepening his kiss. He kissed her as though they had all the time in the world.

Making her decision, Randi lifted her arms and tangled her fingers into his silky blue-black hair, and in one motion, pulled back from his kiss, arched her back, and pulled his head down to nestle between her breasts. A whispered moan, that might have been his name, escaped her lips. She felt every muscle in his body become taut with desire; his erection was rock hard beneath her.

Gav pulled back from the kiss, and held her close. He pressed quick kisses to the top of her head lifted her onto his lap when she tried to turn her face up for more kisses. He surrounded her with his arms and held her close while he covered her mouth with his kiss, his tongue sweeping, plunging, taking. He stole her breath, pushing her back with the force of his kiss until she was lying back against the armrest, cradled in his arms.

Randi knew she was lost. With his free hand, he began to trace a path along her neck, across her collarbone, while his lips burned against hers. She could sense that the last measure of his control was unraveling, and she knew if she wanted him to stop, it had better be now. They were both on the precipice of no return. A raging flood of need flowed through her, drove right to her core. She clung to him, stunned by the depth of her desire—low in her belly and lower between her legs. All of her inner doubts and recriminations were swept away. It was time to let him know.

“Make love to me, Gabhran.”

****

“Och, lass.” He drew a deep shuddering breath, all of his earlier altruistic intentions wiped clear away. He wanted this woman with all his heart. He wanted to be the one to bring her body fully awake, to watch her lovely face as he was buried deep within her, and feel her spasm in ecstasy. He swept her into his arms and carried her to his bed.

Gav sat Miranda on the edge of the bed and helped her remove her robe. She pushed his shirt up, and he pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor. When she ran her fingers lightly over the hard ridges of his stomach, he pulled back; he needed to control the pace. This first time would be about her pleasure; there would be plenty of time later this night to seek
his own gratification.

He knelt worshipfully before her, putting their faces on an even level, he held her face reverently in his hands and pressed his forehead to hers. His kiss was slow and gentle, languorously exploring her mouth with his tongue. He wanted her to know that it was him, and not the darkness, that was in control. He would kiss her until she cried with need of him.

He slid a finger under the strap of her camisole, slipped it off her shoulder, and kissed his way along the collarbone to her neck, his mouth open and hot against her skin. He scraped his teeth lightly over her neck, biting her hard enough to make her suck in her breath. She groaned and stretched her neck to the side, exposing even more of the vulnerable skin to his bites and kisses. He bit her hard again before kissing the now tender spot, dragging his tongue up the column of her neck.

He returned to her mouth, his tongue traced her lips. He put the pad of his thumb on the corner of her mouth, and her lips opened slightly. His tongue pressed in, parting them further, claiming her, kissing her deeply, insistently. Miranda moaned, leaned into him, and deepened the kiss. Gabhran started to gentle the kiss yet again, and she groaned in frustration. Gabhran smiled against her lips.

Her breasts felt full and tight, when he slid his hands under the camisole and slipped it over her head. Her nipples were dusky rose buds against her golden tanned skin. He licked and kissed every inch of her breasts, rubbing his roughened cheek against her sensitive nipple. He followed with his tongue, leaving a trail of dampness in its wake. He blew gently, causing her nipple to pucker into a hard bud. She gave a little hitch of her breath in the back of her throat as he pulled a nipple gently into his mouth.

Gabhran worked slowly, first on one breast, then the other. When he sucked the entire areola deeply into his mouth, she moaned, her back arched and she dropped her head back. “Please, Gav,” she practically whimpered. “I’m going to pass out if you don’t go faster.”

It was what he’d been waiting for. Lowering her to the bed, Gabhran pressed his face in the juncture between her legs, feeling the heat, before running his finger along the seam of the fabric of her shorts. Miranda’s entire body shuddered in anticipation.

“
Och, lass, you are so verra beautiful.” 

Gabhran joined her on the bed and slipped his fingers into the tangle of her golden hair and covered her body with his, his cock pressed between her legs, and he began to slowly rub against her. His kisses started with her mouth, then he licked, kissed, and nipped every inch of her until he reached the waistband of her shorts. He slipped them off her hips and dropped them to the floor.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Gabhran undressed, and stood naked before her. Miranda eyes widened at the sight of him. “So big,” she said rather breathlessly, another shiver passing over her.

Gabhran laughed. “Doona worry, lass, we are made for each other, I will help you.”

He slid her farther back onto the bed and began to kiss her legs. One leg at a time, he ran his tongue along the insides of her thighs, taking little nips along the way. Miranda began to moan as he got closer to the center of her. He knew what she wanted, and he was ready to give it to her.

Gabhran laid his cheek against her
mons, feeling the silky hair. He slipped his hand between her thighs and found her sleek and wet, nearly ready for him. He was large, he knew that, and he knew some pain was inevitable. He also knew the more relaxed she was the easier it would be for her, and he would make sure she enjoyed it.

He buried his face between her legs, his tongue separating her womanly folds, tasting her sweetness. Miranda arched her back, pushing her hips against his mouth. His tongue found her nub, and he flicked it lightly, and was rewarded when he heard Miranda’s sharp intake of breath.

He covered her clitoris with his mouth, his tongue rubbing over, flicking, sucking. He slipped a finger inside her hot, wet opening. Christ, she was tight. He captured her wetness and spread it, preparing her. As her muscles relaxed around his finger, he slipped in another to pump in and out, as his tongue continued to rub against her clit. He felt her muscles tense, her breathing quickened, and her hips began to move against his mouth. She groaned when he stilled, not yet letting her reach her climax. He needed to be inside her first, so he could feel her clamp down around his cock.

“No…so close, don’t stop.”

“Nay, lass, not yet. I want to feel you come, but I want to feel this first one with my cock deep inside you. You will be satisfied many times this night, my love.”

He climbed up between her legs, pressing her thighs apart, covering her with his big body. He lowered his face to hers, letting her breathe in the smell of her own desire, just before he pressed his lips to hers, sharing the taste, as well. His cock was nestled between her thighs, and he rubbed against her, pressing his cock against her folds. She moaned into his mouth, and he knew it was time.

He rubbed the tip of his cock between her folds, spreading her wetness, then opening her with his fingers, he slipped in the tip. He entered her one slow inch at a time, watching her face, kissing her, biting her neck. God, he wanted to push himself in, to bury himself to the hilt, to fuck her.
Not yet.
If he caused her even a brief moment of pain then he would spend the rest of the night making it up to her.  

Her breath became harsh, and her body tensed, trying to fight the invasion. She nearly sobbed with frustration.

“Miranda, slow down, love, relax. There is plenty of time for loving. I promise you I will fit, just relax and let me make love to you.”

Taking a pillow and pushing it under her hips changed the angle he was entering her. He pulled nearly all the way out before slowly reclaiming the headway he’d already made. He licked his thumb and began to gently rub her clit and Miranda’s hips began to move against him, as he pressed in farther.

When he reached her barrier, he stopped and kissed her thoroughly. When Miranda pulled his tongue into her mouth, he gave a swift thrust of his hips and felt that thin membrane tear, the small bit of tissue disposed of in an instant. He covered her body and stayed still, letting the pain fade. When Miranda began to move her hips, he knew it was his invitation to keep going.

“Are you all right, Miranda? I’m not half in yet.”

“Oh. Yes. More.”

He heard the joy in his own laughter at her response and his heart felt light.

****

“Oh,” Randi managed to gasp out as Gav continued his gentle journey, gaining an inch, pulling back, then going deeper. Her muscles contracted, felt violated, then relaxed, and he was infinitely patient. With a final push, he filled her completely, and they both lay there, breathing hard. 

“Wrap your legs around my waist, lass,” Gabhran whispered into her ear, as he slowly withdrew.

Randi wrapped her legs around him and pushed him back in, so he again filled her deeply. As he began his rhythmic thrusts, she rocked her hips, and used her legs to drive him faster. She heard small grunts each time he thrust, and was shocked to realize the sounds were coming from both of them. She tried to be quieter.

“Oh no, doona hold back from me.” Gabhran thrust harder, wrenching another moan of pleasure from her. “I will hear your pleasure, and you can be sure you will hear mine. You wouldna want me to stop because I think you doona like how something feels,” he said, laughing.

“No. So good, don’t stop.”

He rolled and pinched a nipple hard, drawing another moan from her. Looking into his face, she could see how aroused he was. His hot mouth closed on her other nipple, and he sucked, sending signals deep to her muscles that surrounded his cock.

She felt as though all of the blood in her body was going to one place, muscles deep within her she didn’t know she had began to tense, and she clamped her legs even tighter around his waist. Her hands gripped the back of his powerful arms, and her head arched back.

“Put your feet down, Miranda,” Gabhran ordered, stopping mid-stroke.

She lowered her legs, ready to complain until she looked up into his passion-filled face. He lowered his head and kissed her deeply, and she was flooded with emotions. The strength of it astounded her. It was his emotion she was feeling, and it had a name. Love. It washed over her, filling her every pore, touching her soul, healing her heart. 

She tangled her fingers into his silky black hair as it fell about her face and kissed him back. She’d had moments of reading him before; she had sensed his darkness and it seemed everyone could sense his joy when he laughed. This was different, she didn’t pretend to understand the why or the how of it. She knew, without a doubt he was feeling love for her, he was filled with it, and he was sharing his feelings with her. She wondered if it was their love-making or the special magick of the night. This was New Orleans, after all.

She let all thoughts drop from her mind then, and concentrated on kissing him and on loving him back. He had touched her soul, and she would never be the same. Her heart swelled with the sure knowledge that she loved him too, and she let her feelings flow freely.

“Ah,” he sighed, and she knew he understood. He began to move within her again.

He smiled down at her. “You were so close, my love. I willna be stopping the next time, I will be deep inside you, and we will come together.”

His thrusts were harder, faster now, and Randi held on to his hips, her nails scraping his ass, meeting him, stroke-for-stroke. They were breathing fast, moans, and whispers filled the air. She could feel the change in him, he was harder, and seemed to swell within her, all of his muscles became rock hard. She thought he must be close.

He shifted slightly and suddenly he was rubbing against her clitoris, while his cock rubbed another spot inside of her, and she moaned at the new sensation. Again, her internal muscles began to tense, it felt as though all of her nerve endings had been gathered in one place, and Gabhran was master of them all.

She pushed her head back into the pillow and her back arched, a cry of, “Now,” was wrenched from her lips. He pushed even deeper inside of her, and she knew the feel of her muscles contracting, squeezing him, sent him over the edge.

They exploded together, gazing deeply into each other’s
eyes, their hard thrusts painful with the intensity of their orgasms, unable to tell where one ended and the other began. Gabhran buried himself deeply within her and began to rotate his hips. He drew a second, gentler climax from her. When he cupped her face in his hands she savored the moment.

“Inevitable,” he murmured with his face pressed against her neck.