Page 50 of Rogue with a Brogue
“Well, in its resting state it’s nae as impressive,” he commented, beginning to wonder just how much a man could stand before he let loose and ruined the rest of the evening. “But if ye kick a man there, he’ll definitely feel it. It’ll drop him to his knees faster than a punch to the jaw.”
“But how—”
“If ye dunnae mind, my lass, might ye save the anatomy questions till after I’ve had ye? I feel like I’ve been waiting a day past forever fer this.”
Mary released him, pressing up along his chest to kiss him again. “Have me, then,” she whispered.
She didn’t need to tell him twice. Wrapping his hands around her back, he lowered them both down to the quilted bed again. Arran kissed her, running his hands along her slim, smooth body until he felt near to coming right there. That wasn’t going to happen, though. He’d waited too damned long for this. He settled himself between her thighs, shifting her legs farther apart until the tip of his cock brushed against her.
“Now, Arran,” she urged him, her breath coming faster again.
“It’ll hurt ye fer a minute, lass. But I’ll nae hurt ye again.”
“I’m ready. Please.”
Moving as slowly and carefully as he could force himself to do, he canted his hips forward and slid inside her, hot and tight. When he met resistance he paused, holding her lovely green gaze with his own, then moved deeper. Mary gasped, and he caught the sound with a kiss. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, but he held still, fully engulfed. Now she belonged to him.
“Relax, lass. Feel me inside ye.”
Gradually her eyes half closed. “Dear heavens,” she murmured.
With her fingers still restlessly kneading at his back, he slid out, then pushed back in again. “Does it still hurt, my bonny Mary?”
She shook her head. “No. It feels… Do it again.”
That made him grin. “My pleasure.” He pumped his hips into her, slowly at first, then harder and faster as her ankles locked around his thighs. Each motion felt like a statement—that she belonged to him, that he wasn’t letting her go.
“More,” she groaned, arching her back.
He obliged, again and again, then shifted his weight to free one hand so he could pinch and tug at her nipples. When she came he felt it, and with a grunt he joined her. For a long moment he held her, both of them shuddering.
Let the Campbells try to stop them now, if they would. Or the MacLawrys. Wherever this adventure took them next, it would be together.
Chapter Twelve
Mary gazed into fierce light blue eyes above her and tried to gather up a single thought. The only words close to reaching her mouth seemed to consist of “more,” “good God,” and a plea for him to remain precisely where he was, inside her. She’d never felt so wicked, and so deliriously… happy.
With a slight, satisfied smile, Arran lowered his head for another of his breath-stealing, heart-stopping kisses. He settled onto his elbows, the shift of his weight on her—in her—exquisite, and reached up to pull the pins from her hair one by one.
“You— Is it always like that?” she managed shakily, shivers of pleasure running down her spine as he unbraided the long tail of her hair.
“Nae,” he returned, his deep brogue rumbling through him and into her. “Ye undo me, my bonny Mary. Body and soul.”
She didn’t think she’d ever heard anything so romantic. Coming from a man as self-assured as he was, it shook her to her core. “I’m undone, myself.”
His smile deepened. “Good. Ye needed some undoing.”
At the least, she knew now what he’d meant when he’d told her to stop thinking so much. Every sensation, every caress… It was all overwhelming. And at the same time she couldn’t quite remember why she’d resisted him in the first place. From that first night they’d met, when he hadn’t known who she was other than Lady Vixen, he’d felt exotic, forbidden, and very tantalizing.
“What’s going through that mind of yers, lass?” he rumbled, sliding an arm beneath her and turning them so that he lay on his back with her looking down at him. “Ye’re nae regretting this, I hope.”
Regret?All she wanted to do was have at him again. But Crawford would know, and then everything would change. Everythinghadchanged, already. But she couldn’t say it was for the worse, whatever the consequences might be. “I don’t believe I am,” she said aloud.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for ye to say that, ye know,” he said with a chuckle. “Proclamation of undying love, or nae, it’ll do fer tonight.” He ran his palm down from her shoulder to her backside, cupping her arse.
“I want to do it again,” Mary stated, kissing the base of his jaw as he’d done for her.
“Oh, we will.” Lifting her as if she weighed no more than a feather, he set her next to him on the bed. “But nae tonight.”
