Page 130 of The Laird's Masked Passion

His eyebrow lifted. “And ye are already trembling.”

“I am cold.”

“That excuse improves with repetition.”

The maid gave another breathless laugh nearby. Elspeth bit her lower lip to keep silent. Colin’s satisfaction became dangerous. He kissed the side of her neck, allowing his hand to drift lower. Slowly, drinking in the fragrance of her skin, he lifted the hem of her gown, pooling it around her waist. He expected her to stop him, but she was trembling under his touch.

Interesting.

The stable boy whispered something that neither of them could hear.

Colin remained close until the voices faded. Only then did Elspeth turn within his arms.

“What are ye daeing?”

“Testing a theory.”

“In a stable?”

“It was where the evidence presented itself.”

“We might have been seen.”

Her eyes were bright. Her breath remained unsteady. Colin could not take his eyes off her.

“Is that what excites ye?”

“Nay.”

He raised one brow. Elspeth’s gaze slipped toward his mouth.

“A little,” she confessed.

Heat moved through him. Colin drew her closer until no space remained between them, pressing his throbbing manhood against her bare skin.

“Then, wife,” he whispered, “we may have discovered something else ye shouldnae have admitted tae me.”

Her eyes narrowed, though her hands rose to his shoulders.

“I begin tae regret teaching ye honesty.”

“Nay, ye dinnae.”

Elspeth kissed him before he could prove it. His hand slipped into her loosened hair as hay rustled beneath their feet. Without thinking, he pulled away from her ravenous kiss and dropped down to his knees.

“Colin, ye cannae mean tae?—”

“Shhh,” he urged, as he lost himself underneath her gown.

He took her into his mouth as if he were feasting on his favorite dessert. He heard her strangled moan, and with every tremor of her body, his own need for her heightened. His tongue slid inside of her, tasting her sweet juices, while her breathing became heavier with each flick of his tongue. He parted her wet folds, as he felt his manhood throb in yearning.

She lifted her leg and rested it on his shoulder, offering herself up to him, and all he could do was comply. He slid a finger inside of her, and that only made his tongue more greedy. She trembled under his touch, and he knew that she was close.

He played with her, suckling her, stroking her with both his tongue and his fingers, when she finally pressed her heat against his lips, and her entire body tightened under his touch. He gave her a moment, then pressed a reverent kiss to her most sacred flesh, sliding her gown off his head.

Her cheeks were blushing, and she was smiling. They were still not alone, but that did not seem to matter. Her eyes darkened as she lowered her gown and then pushed him against the wall.

He liked it.