THE PERFECT TEN (Boxed Set)

against the pillar as her legs continued to quake. Aye, he had his lady’s attention.
    He pressed his shoulders to her knees to keep them from buckling then licked through the dense curls again. She tasted decidedly feminine and sweet. Again he licked, lingering at her nub to suck. He heard her sharp intake of breath. He glanced up to find her teeth and tongue tormenting her lush lower lip. His lady apparently didna mind his way of apology. Good.
    He gently separated the curls. He lingered there, swirling his tongue around then gently sucked until her hips tipped and he heard her wee groan of pleasure. Satisfied, he licked deeper still, causing her hips to grind. When his tongue slid into her secret place her nails dug into his shoulders and she whimpered, “Oooh.”
    She tasted sweeter, her liquid gathering. Aye, she wanted him but ‘twasna time. He wanted her shaking with need, as he had these last six nights lying alone craving her.
    To that end he let his thumb attend her nub so his tongue could stroke in and out as another part of his body was want to do.
    When she softly keened his name, he lifted his head and found her looking at him through passion-glazed eyes. “Ah, my lady,” he whispered, “do ye luste?”
    She licked her lips and managed to nod. He rose and grasped her by the buttocks as his mouth captured hers. He lifted her negligible weight into his arms. Backing up, he felt hay hit his legs and settled into a sitting position. Her arms locked around his neck as she returned his kisses with equal fervor, her hands buried deep within his hair. He pushed his kilt and her skirts away in the same swipe so he could position her legs on either side of his thighs. As she knelt astride him he adjusted his throbbing member so it settled against her sweet wetness.
    He broke the kiss to say, “Now, my lady, settle,” only to realize her body was already pressing down, seeking him. She gasped as he groaned, her slick warmth sucking him in. Her mouth sought his this time, her hands settling on either side of his face as she slowly began to rock. Never in his thirty years had a woman responded in such a heated fashion.
    A breeze played across Beth’s nipples as she slowly rocked
    on the firm, swollen flesh filling her. She opened her eyes as Duncan laid back. Sweat gleamed on his chiseled features as his steel blue gaze focused on her wavering breasts. Wondering—-wanting to see his reaction—she kneaded one breast gently, teasing the nipple as he had done. His eyes flashed fire and he growled deep in his throat as he reached to cover her hand with his.
    His response was all she needed. The heat in her belly exploded, her every nerve strained to throw her over some unseen pinnacle to delicious release. She collapsed to his chest.
    Nearly crazed with need, Beth’s final spasms loosened Duncan’s restraint. Clasping her hips he rocked once, twice, and exploded against her womb.
    Moments later, comfortable in the hay and well satisfied, he cradled her to his chest and listened to her pleased mewing. In a languished haze, he smiled and pushed her hair from his face. Aye, it had gone well for both of them.
    Waiting for his body to regain its strength and pondering why it seemed to be taking an unearthly amount of time to do it, he realized what he had done.
    He’d given her his seed.
    “Beth?”
    She raised her head from his chest and smiled. “Yes, my lord?”
    “Have ye ever been hit on the head?”
    ‘Twasna that he thought her tale totally implausible for ‘twas certainly more between heaven and earth than his meager brain could fathom, but...
    She came up on her elbows. “Not that I recall. Why?”
    Damn. ‘Twas certainly too late to fret. All he could do now is pray the adage a get is more than one-half the mare proved false should his seed catch. But then, many a maid dinna catch the first time. His mother, for one. Vowing to take more care in the future should the good Lord see himself clear to let this time pass, he patted her rump and sighed, “Just wonderin’.”
    She played with the fine curling hairs on his chest. “That was lovely.”
    He grinned, “Aye, ‘twas that and more I’d say, given ye called upon heaven and my lordly self as ye reached for the stars.”
    “Oh!” She slapped her hands on his chest and struggled to sit.
    He was faster, rolling her over to settle between her thighs. “Ah, precious, I only tease.” He kissed her gently. “I canna put into words how fond