The Highlander's Time

something about that truth which turned her completely off.
    He straightened, stripped off his tunic and tossed it aside. The play of his muscles, the firelight turning his skin a burnished gold hue, had her back in the mood. The anticipation became a palpable energy in the ether.
    His blue eyes darkened. Easing her panties down, he laid a kiss to her knee. Her underwear followed the path of his tunic. She couldn’t have cared less where they landed.
    A long line of kisses traced up her thigh. His lips leading the way until she was shaking with lust. So close. So damn close . She silently beckoned him to send her into the passionate stratosphere.
    The first tease of his tongue across her wet folds would have jerked her off the table had he not held her down with a hand settled on her chest. Through her bodice, he massaged her aching breast until her already hard nipples became painful nubs.
    She wanted him—now.
    Her back arched as he eased her calf onto his shoulder and his hot breath on her femininity made her crazy for him. She bucked when he held her free thigh down. Open to him, the throb in the pit of her belly turned to a driving pound. “Please,” she cried.
    The gentle stroke of his tongue across her clit was pure bliss. Then he inserted his finger, and added another. Squirming, urgency enveloped her. She started to gasp. The more his mouth worked on her and his fingers moved in her, the thicker the haze of desire.
    “Iaen!” she cried when he moved away.
    “Easy, lass.” Leaning over her, he made quick work of her laces. Releasing her breasts, he feasted. He suckled and nipped until she writhed. Tension built in her until she felt ready to snap. She braced her hands on the worn smooth surface of the table and arched her back.
    “Yes,” she moaned when he jerked her against his fabric-covered cock. “I want you.”
    She was more than ready for him. “Oh, God. Oh, God .” Anticipating his next move, her gaze slashed from his face to the thick line of dark hair cutting a bee-line to his erection. As if in slow motion, he undid the ties and released his cock. It was a scene right out of a porno. He was the hot hunk of muscle and she was at his mercy with her ankle propped decadently on his shoulder.
    Jenny sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly. “I can't wait any longer.” Hell no. She sensed he was in the same situation. Her eyes returned to his face. “Iaen, don't torment me.”
    Abiding her, he slammed into her, and forced a scream of ecstasy from her throat. He wrapped his hand around her shoulder, the other cupped her bottom. There was nothing measured about his thrusts this time.
    He plunged into her with abandon. His thick shaft filled her completely. Each thrust bringing her sensitive nub into contact with the base until she couldn't hold back.
    Contractions ripped through her all the way down to her toes. “Don't stop,” she hadn't realized she'd screamed her command until he chuckled.
    She'd never been multi-orgasmic, but damn. She wanted to feel her climax again. Wanted him to come with her. “Give it to me, Iaen.”
    She was already quivering when he gritted his teeth. Her second orgasm in as many minutes overwhelmed her. “Now.”
    His hot ejaculation surged into her in the same instant her feminine muscles milked him. “Oh...oh...oh.” She pulled him down, hugging him. He gathered her to him, his weight braced on his elbows. “Thanks,” she whispered, haltingly, against his hair.
    “For?”
    “I don't...know.” She did. He made her feel desirable and cherished at the same time. It was crazy since she had hardly spent any time with him since coming to the past, but Iaen was getting under her skin in a good way.
    How easy would it be to fall in love with him?
    Too easy.

Chapter Nine

    I reserve the right to change my mind .

    The man was a pain in her ass. Gritting her teeth together, Jenny wanted to kill Iaen. Not only had he left her in the middle of the night to meet with someone, but he'd had her escorted home by twelve warriors.
    Dammit, she'd felt like an errant schoolgirl who'd gotten caught smoking in the bathroom. She wasn't even allowed to ride Serendipity but was given a worn out mare. It wouldn't have been so bad except the horse's pace was about as fast as a slug crossing hot pavement. The other tangent that sent her rage into overdrive was when none of her guard would talk to her. They weren't even halfway back to Castle Kincaid when she started