Behind the Plaid (33 page)

Shoulders squared, chin lifted, I stepped through the door.

“I wondered how long it would—” But Logan’s words stopped when he saw what I was wearing. He visibly swallowed. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, cock hard and lifted toward me, he was the epitome of raw, male sexuality.

My response froze in my throat.
Logan might be raking his scorching gaze over my body, making me shiver, but I was doing the same. I dropped to my knees, in front of him, his huge cock at eye level and without asking, I flicked my tongue over the tip.

Logan grabbed a fistful of my hair and groaned when I sucked him in deep.

“Emma…” he moaned.

I gripped his cock, using the slickness of my saliva to stroke up and down in rhythm with my mouth.
The muscles of his thighs and abs flexed. I gripped his hard ass with my free hand, massaging the tautness of it, feeling him flex with each suck. With a loud groan, Logan yanked away, his hand still curled in my hair.

I gazed at him, my lips tingling.

He pulled me up by the hair, crushed his mouth to mine, gripping my buttocks firmly and pulling me tight against him. His hard shaft pressed between my thighs, sending delicious shudders all over me. Logan’s tongue swept possessively into my mouth, tasting of mint and spice. I held nothing back. Wrapped my arms around his neck, and lifted a leg to curve around Logan’s hip.

“Oh, aye, lass. I want ye so bad.”

“Please,” I murmured against his mouth, nibbling at his lower lip.

Logan gripped my buttocks with both hands and lifted me up. He pressed me up against the wood-paneled wall, the sudden chill of the wall a shock and I shrieked.
Logan chuckled, slipped a hand down my thigh to the hem of the sheer gown.

“Ye look like
a seductive nymph in this gown.” Logan’s Scottish burr and the sexy things he said sent frissons of delicious pleasure through me. He tugged at my ear lobe, and I gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his brawny flesh.

“What does that make you?” I asked wickedly, scraping my teeth against his neck.

“The man who’s going to fuck a nymph.”

My clit throbbed in answer
, and I ground my hips against his, hooked my feet behind him. Logan managed to scrunch my gown up around my waist and a hand slipped between my thighs. I moaned, thighs quivering as his fingers glided between the slippery folds of my sex, and then plunged deep. Back arched, I cried out, ground against his fingers.

“That’s right, nymph, ride my hand.” His lips capture
d mine again in a searing kiss. One that made me shudder and sigh and murmur his name.

When once I’d thought this a dream, a moment of fantasy, now I knew how real it was. Somehow the fates aligned and brought me here, away from the nightmare that had become my life so I might carve out a bit of peace and pleasure and love in this world filled with turmoil. Logan had begun to heal my heart, and in the same respect, I was healing him.

Logan fingered the ribbons at the dip in my throat. I’d not bothered to tie them as I hurried to toss it on. He slid his fingers inside to my bare shoulder and tugged. The gown fell off my shoulder, my small breasts spilling out to his waiting hand and mouth. He flicked his tongue wildly over one nipple and then the other, all the while thrusting his fingers deep inside me, swirling his thumb over my clit. My head fell back against the wood, moans ripping from my throat with primitive need.

“Aye, lass, cry out for me.”

“Logan, please. Please…”

“Please, what?” he teased, drawing my nipple between his teeth.

“Please take me.”

“Och, aye.” His fingers slipped out, and were replaced by the head of his hard shaft. “Is this what ye want?” He stroked his cock over my clit, between my folds, the head pushing just an inch inside me.

I rocked my hips against his, desperate for more. “Yes!”

Logan thrust forward, all the way to the hilt, his balls bouncing against my buttocks.
Both of us cried out in unison, and I writhed, flush against him. My clit rubbed against his pelvis, fiery sensation rocketing through me. The passion that ignited between us was even greater than the sparks from the lightning. It was miraculous splendor. Pure ecstasy. Raw, powerful, animalistic.

He thrust deep, pulled out slow. Teasing me, tormenting me with his heated body and expert touch. He completely dominated me in every respect and I wanted nothing more than to submit to
each demand. That was where the real power was—Logan gave it all to me—he never asked of me anything I didn’t want to do. He dominated my mind, but I possessed his soul—entwined with my own.

His pace increased, and delirium took over. I held on tight, writhing against him. Pleasure consumed me and I cried out, my body tightening as it exploded.

“Oh, Logan,” I moaned.

“I love ye,” he said, shuddering
inside me. His face fell against my shoulder, lips pressed to the crook of my neck.

My heart constricted.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged until Logan pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. “I love you, too.”

Neither one of us could hide behind the plaid any more.

While this may be
The End
for now—’tis not truly over…

Look for the next installments of Logan and Emma’s stor
y:
Bared to the Highlander
(8/15/13) and
The Dark Side of the Laird
(12/15/13)

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Secret obsession makes for the sweetest of sins.

Overwhelmed by her new life in another era with the Laird of Gealach, and the feelings that threaten to consume her, Emma determines she must return to her own time and a semblance of sanity. Having heard of a magical circle of stones atop the ridge overlooking Loch Ness, she manages to escape from the castle and the desire and intensity of Logan that’s held her captive.

When Logan realizes Emma is missing, he is enraged and terrified. He seeks to find her and when he does, he will punish her exquisitely for leaving him, and for inexplicably exposing his scorching fascination and adoration.

Together again, their passions are reignited and a new stunning level of sensuality and self-discovery invoked. But underneath it all, both still wrestle with their inner demons and the impending danger of angered clans and traitors among them. Revealing how they feel about each other could bring about cataclysmic crash within their hearts and the realm. The blade is sharp on both edges, but they know not which side to choose, for one promises sweet, decadent surrender and the other, irrevocable damage—and they aren’t certain which is which. Will baring her soul to the Highlander forever change the course of history?

Book Three:
Dark Side of the Laird

Bound by passion. Freed by love.

When the damaged and tormented Emma first meets the equally broken Logan, they embark on a torrid, emotionally provocative affair that irrevocably changed their lives. Emma has sacrificed her entire being and just when she thinks Logan is willing to do the same, he holds back. Reluctant for their love to be a thing of shadows, Emma issues an ultimatum: commit or say goodbye. Fearful of losing her, Logan agrees.

In order to keep her, he must gain permission to marry from the one man he’s sought to avoid: his brother, the King. His appeal is denied and instead, Logan is seized and sent to the dungeon with no hope for escape. While in Hell, Logan’s dark past haunts him, threatening to consume him. He must fight to remain the man he’s become with Emma by his side and relinquish the control he’s held onto for a lifetime.

Fearing her lover is dead, Emma decides once and for all she must leave history where it belongs and return to the present. But when she tries once again to break the bonds of time, she is struck down. Emma must choose her destiny. Must answer the cries her body makes in the dark for her laird. They’ve always been strongest when together, but now Emma must find the courage on her own to see her fate fulfilled—and Logan returned to her.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Eliza Knight is the multi-published, award-winning, Amazon best-selling author of sizzling historical romance and erotic romance. While not reading, writing or researching for her latest book, she chases after her three children. In her spare time (if there is such a thing…) she likes daydreaming, wine-tasting, traveling, hiking, staring at the stars, watching movies, shopping and visiting with family and friends. She lives atop a small mountain, and enjoys cold winter nights when she can curl up in front of a roaring fire with her own knight in shining armor. Visit Eliza at www.elizaknight.com or her historical blog History Undressed: www.historyundressed.com