Page 65 of Bride of the Sinful Laird
Her heart stuttered against her ribcage, she panted, hardly able to draw in a breath, consumed as she was by the kiss.
His hand stroked down her neck and across her shoulder and she arched her back, pressing her breasts to his chest, inviting his hand to pluck at the ties on her shirt and lay bare her shoulder. She took in a sharp breath as she felt his fingers trace the curve of her breast, cupping it while his thumb and forefinger tormented the puckering little nub through the thin fabric.
Laying her head back on his arm she gazed up at him. Their eyes met, and an unspoken challenge passed between them.
She allowed the swirling pleasure to take hold.
“Is this tae yer liking, me lady?” His voice was a deep growl, issuing from somewhere in his throat. He was grinning, his gaze locked on hers.
Rivulets of molten heat scorched through her, tracing a path from the fingers toying with her breast to a place between her thighs.
She shifted, raising a knee onto the arm of the chair. Her kirtle fell away, leaving her bare leg exposed to his touch as he diverted his fingers to slide them over her knee and along the inner part of her thigh.
She writhed under his hand, desperate for him not to stop his teasing and tormenting. Desire sparked in her bloodstream like a wildfire out of control, and she raised her lips again for his kiss.
This suddenly desperate wanting was something she’d never imagined. She had often wondered what might pass between a man and a woman once they were alone. There’d been giggles and whisperings at times from the from lasses she’d spoken to, but none of them had mentioned the all-consuming pleasures that could arise from a kiss on the lips and a man’s soft touch on her bare skin.
She could feel his hard shaft against her hip and she smiled to herself with the understanding that his desire matched her own. He groaned and shifted beneath her, moving her slightly so that his hand had greater access to her thigh. He grasped it in his big hand and groaned.
“We’d dae better if we were tae take tae our bed, lass.” Again, he growled, the sound of a man’s passion, beside her.
She hauled in a deep breath, scarcely able to get her tongue to form the words.
“Aye.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Edmund groaned and slipped her off his knee so that she stood before him. As he rose from the chair, he seized her in his arms and hoisted her into his embrace.
He gave a sharp little laugh, turned, and strode the few paces to their bed, kissing her again, so that she closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat and the bliss of his kiss taking away any thoughts she might have had.
He lowered her onto the covers, and she looked up at him, meeting his dark gaze. Her hair had come loose from its ribbons and what was left of her braid was spread, half-unraveled, over her shoulders. He smoothed it, disentangling the knots, spreading it over the pillows behind her head.
He smiled, tumbling her hair between his fingers.
Stretching her arms to him, she raised them.
“Will ye nae join me? Fer me body is fair crying out fer yer touch.”
Laughing, he knelt beside her on the soft feather mattress, reached for her hand and drew it to his lips. He layered her hand and wrist with soft kisses.
She pulled him closer.
“Are ye certain ye want me, lass?” He groaned.
“I ken what I want, Edmund. I wish naught more than fer ye tae take me the way a man loves a woman, I wish tae feel ye in me, even though…” she gave a slight giggle, glancing at his giant bulge, “… I can hardly credit such a mighty shaft could fit inside me.”
Leaning over her, he snorted a laugh. “Ah, lass, ye’ll find that ye will fit me very nicely inside ye. Ye’re made fer such a thing, and although there will be a sting the first time, ye’ll find that thereafter ‘twill be a great pleasure.”
She clutched at his shirt, twisting the fabric between her fists.
“And, fer me first time, I wish it tae be wi’ ye. Nae tae be forced against me will by a man me faither sells me tae.” She did not add that she’d rather drive her dirk through her own heart than allow that to happen.
But now, all she could focus on was the driving, desperate, need for him; to feel his big hands on her, exalting her body with his passion. She wanted more of the ecstasy and bliss of his touch.
“I wish tae be naked wi’ ye and ye tae be naked wi’ me.”
“In that case, milady, please allow me tae hasten yer garments off.”
