Rogue of the Highlands: Rogue, Book 1 by Cynthia Breeding Page A

down her belly and thrust two fingers up inside her to find out if she was ready.
    “Oooh,” she moaned and threw her head back, giving him access to her throat. “That feels so good.”
    He bit her neck, careful not to draw blood, his fingers imitating what he was about to do. “Why don’t you undress me?” he whispered.
    She acquiesced, her hands trembling slightly in her need to see him naked. He ran his fingers through her hair and then pressed down on her shoulders. Eyes widening as she got his intention, she sank to her knees in front of him.
    “Suck on me, my lady. Nothing makes a man desire a woman more than that.”
    Tentatively, she took the tip of him into her mouth. He looked down at her. “Are you scared to do this, Delia? There aren’t many women who are really good at it. Perhaps I misjudged you.” He started to withdraw, but she caught his hips.
    “No…I’ll do it.” She opened her mouth wider and sucked on his head.
    Wesley groaned and held her face between his hands while he slid in and out of her wet, warm mouth. “Make me want you, my lady,” he grunted.
    Her mouth began to work greedily on him then and he decided she might have real possibilities if he trained her right.
    He moved his hands to her thick chestnut hair, lifting it and letting his fingers catch the strands. He wondered what another woman with the same color hair might feel like, sucking on him until he came in her mouth. His very young stepmother. Lovely, cold, overly prim-and-proper Jillian Alton. How he’d love to see her on her knees in front of him like this. And best of all, she was his father’s widow. Ah, revenge would be sweet after what the old man had done to him.
    The more he pictured her doing this, the harder he became. He was close to release, but he sensed that Delia was probably not ready for that right now. He lifted her abruptly and tossed her back on the bed, spreading her legs and plunging into her hot, welcoming wetness in one long stroke. He grabbed her hands and held them over her head while he pummeled her, driving himself in. She squealed and thrashed beneath him and then he felt her shudder. He thrust into her one final time and spilled his seed, collapsing over her.
    What if this had been Jillian? Would the aloof lady turn into a wild cat in bed? His father, damn him, had not deserved such rewards. But how to get that woman into bed without forcing her—not that he minded raping, but the consequences here would be devastating—was beyond him.
    Then an idea began to niggle at the back of his mind. Jillian had said the barbarian was to choose a wife from among those foolish virgins and had told Wesley he needed to do the same.
    Only…he didn’t need to beget an heir. He had several by-blows in France, any of which he could declare his heir. But if Prinny wanted to see him married…what better choice than the widow of the man whose title and lands he’d inherited?
    She was penniless, he knew, thanks to the stupidity of his father. Training that barbarian was the only source of income she had. He’d actually be helping her out. She really should be grateful to him, at that.
    He’d work out the details later. Right now there was Delia, already stroking him again, making his cock jump. The woman was near insatiable. And it wasn’t like he would have to give her up once he’d married his stepmother.
    What a perfect plan. He flipped Delia over on her stomach and ground himself into her slick, swollen core again.
    Ah, yes. Things were going his way.
     
    Mari settled herself into the window seat in the solar, drawing her knees up and hooking her arms around them. “I had no idea a man could look so…so… manly ,” she said dreamily.
    Jillian sighed and set her tea cup down on the small table next to the divan. For the past two days, Mari had brought up Ian’s shirtlessness when Jillian had bandaged him. Even though she had quite sternly told her sister that young girls did not think about