“I do want something for ye, Emma,’ I whispered hotly in her ear. “I want to hear ye moan my name. I want to feel ye shuddering under me. I want to put my mouth against ye until ye are panting and begging for me. Let me do that, Emma. Let me slide my tongue over ye.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please, Brodie.”
I was rock hard against my breeches and suddenly wished that I was in my tartan so I could just slip inside her and feel her clench around me, but making her come on my tongue was prize enough. Moving down, I gently maneuvered her legs until her feet were planted on the boulder, and her dress fell down her thighs and to her hips. Her beautiful s*x glistened with her own desire as she opened to me, and I kissed her thighs. The air shimmered around us in anticipation.
With a groan, I le
