A Time & Place for Every Laird by Angeline Fortin (reading comprehension books .txt) 📗

to be completely alone with her. To haveher be his fully. “I told ye, I cannae share ye, lass. I want yetoo badly tae hae ye hold back.”

“I won’t,” Sorcha offered the softly spokenpromise as her arms twined together behind his neck and she liftedherself, her lithe body pressed against the hard length of him. “Icouldn’t.”

With a groan, Hugh surrendered to the headydesire raging through his veins.

With a powerful arm around her waist, Hughlifted Claire against his muscled chest as his lips took her withall the passion and desire that had building between them for thelast several days. His mouth devoured hers as he carried her intothe bedroom, his tongue plunging as a groan rumbled deep within hischest. Breathless, Claire clung to him in complete surrender,allowing him to plunder at his will. Her head was already swimming,but when Hugh cupped her bottom and lifted her against his rigidlength, her head fell back dizzily as her blood surged and roaredin her ears.

Yes, this was exactly what she needed.

“Oh, God,” the words escaped her with a moanas his mouth descended on her neck, nipping and licking at the sideof her throat. She ran her fingers through his hair, knotting,pulling him closer. “I feel like I’m going to faint. It’s so … so …mmm … ohh, Hugh.”

“I want ye, lass. I’ve ne’er wanted anythingso badly in my life,” he growled thickly. His hand was up the backof her shirt, his hot, rough palm searing her skin as he pushed hershirt up. He tugged then swore, easing back from her. “Ye hae toomany clothes on.”

Claire swayed unsteadily, her head spinningeuphorically when Hugh set her back on her feet and began to pullher shirt up … then down. He swore. Then reached to unzip the NorthFace fleece vest she wore and Claire looked down, realizing whatthe difficulty was. She did have too many clothes on. In typicalSeattle fashion, she had dressed for the unpredictable May day inlayers. The vest over a long-sleeve T-shirt with another shortsleeve T under that. Helpfully, she shrugged out of the vest andpulled the first T-shirt over her head before Hugh helped with thesecond.

“My fumbling wi’ yer masculine attire beliesthe fact that I was once skilled at undressing a lady,” he murmuredin a thickened brogue as it came off.

Claire smiled at that. “I bet you were.”

He reached down to unbutton her jeans. “Ine’er tried to remove another’s trousers before.”

“I should hope not,” she teased, pushingdown the jeans and stepping out of them only to hear Hugh releasean anguished moan. “What is it?”

Hugh cupped her breasts through the lacycups of her bra, squeezing gently before thumbing her bra strapsoff her shoulders. He bent his head, kissing her shoulders as heremoved the straps. One hand skimmed over her bare ribcage, overher hip, and dipped into her panties to cup her bare bottom. “WhenI imagined ye without yer clothes on—and I hae a hundred times—Idinnae think ye’d be dressed like this. I would hae had ye naked inan instant if I had. Yer so bonny, Sorcha. Bewitching. Och, lass,ye’ve been driving me mad!”

His lips were on her neck once more, hishands everywhere, moving over her as if he couldn’t get enough ofthe feel of her bare skin. Claire reached behind her to unclasp herbra and let it fall down her arms and then his hands were there aswell, massaging and tweaking her swollen nipples. She gasped andclung to him once more as Hugh pushed down her panties and liftedher off the floor, inviting Claire to wrap her legs around him, andshe did.

Never had she felt sobeautiful, so light and fragile. In contrast to his big body, shefelt wonderfully petite. “I’vebeen driving youmad?” Claire said incredulously.“Really?”

With a growl, Hugh lowered himself downuntil he was looming over her, braced by a hand on either side ofher. His head bent until their lips were inches apart, waiting, andClaire threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.His lips took hers with none of the tenderness he had displayedbefore. His mouth slanted across hers, kissing her passionately,deeply, until Claire was clinging to him, whimpering with need asshe tried to raise her body to his or bring him down to her. ButHugh did not relent. He kissed again and again, nipping and suckingon her lips, sweeping his tongue across hers until his breathingwas as labored as hers.

The denim of his jeans chafed against theinside of her sensitive thighs as he moved lower, his hands, mouth,and tongue exploring her entire body, licking and sucking until herbody was on fire, tensing. Panting desperately, Claire tugged athis hair, lifting his head until his blazing blue eyes met hers.“Please.”

Nostrils flaring with lust and desire, Hughstood and reached for the button of his jeans, his eyes neverleaving hers as he kicked them off. Then he was over her once more,pressing Claire into the bed and lifting her legs around him. Hislips took hers fervently again as he pressed against her thenthrust deeply, filling her, stretching her. “Ahh!” Claire criedout, throwing her head back as she clutched him to her. Her thighstrembled with ecstasy as he withdrew and plunged hard. She clenchedher thighs tightly around him but couldn’t stop the release thatcame swiftly and unexpectedly, sending throbbing delight coursingthrough her. Sobbing with the intensity of her climax, Claire heldHugh’s body close to her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just …”

Hugh shushed her, his lips tender againsthers, as he began to move inside of her again. “Nay, lass, I’m naedone wi’ ye yet,” he murmured thickly as he thrust slowly. “Ahh, mybonny lass.” His hand slid up her bottom, lifting her hips higheragainst him. Desire rekindled into a flame, and Claire rose to meethim as his pace increased until she was at the precipice onceagain. This time she wasn’t alone. Hugh’s arms were shaking, hishands trembling as he took them over the edge together. His lipscaptured her cry of release only to join her with a low growl ofpleasure as he came hard against her womb, flooding her withscorching heat as she