the sensitive point through the fabric before reaching up to grab the neckline of the garment and pulling it down to expose her flesh completely.
“So sweet, lass. Like summer berries.” He lifted his head and watched her face while his thumb glided over the wet tip of her nipple for the first time with nothing between their skin. “That’s a favorite thing of mine, summer berries. Something that I enjoy feasting on.”
His voice dipped down until it became husky. His eyes darkened, but she gained only a momentary glimpse of them before he returned to her exposed breast. She felt his breath passing over the wet skin of her nipple, rippling across skin a hundred times more sensitive than she could ever recall it being. His hand gently closed around the soft mound of her breast, pushing the hard tip upward in offering. Gordon took that tempting morsel between his lips, sucking the entire nipple into his mouth while Jemma gasped with shock.
It felt too good. Pleasure surged through her, wiping away any doubts that still lingered. Her hands slid down to his back where they might press him toward her. His tongue flicked over the tip of her nipple, back and forth while he continued to suck on it. She arched up, her back joining the effort to make sure he knew she wanted him to continue. She was suddenly too hot with the wool of her skirts and his kilt between them. Her fingers plucked at the fabric of his shirt but couldn’t pull it down so that his warm skin might be hers to touch. He slid one arm beneath her waist and pulled her tightly against his body before rolling over onto his back. The bed shook, and Jemma ended up straddling him with her knees sinking down on either side of his hips. He gently pushed her up so that she sat upright, and that pressed her body weight down on her open sex and the little bead of her clitoris.
“Gordon—”
“I want to see ye, lass.” He found the tie that held her waistband closed. He worked it through the eyelets quickly before sitting up and pulling her skirts right up her body and over her head. He tossed them over the edge of the bed and lay back down on his back with his hands working on the padded roll that helped support her cartridge pleated skirts. It followed her skirts onto the floor and he reached up to tug her open corset down her arms.
“Much better.”
“Is it?” Her chemise was free to flow around her body now but the fabric was thin, allowing the light to illuminate her curves. The neckline had risen back up to cover her breast, but the wet fabric was translucent.
“Aye, lass, but not quite perfect yet.”
She shivered, seeing the truth of what he craved in his eyes. She had never thought about whether or not her body was attractive. The knowledge that Gordon wanted to bare her and see what she looked like without anything to shield her sent a shiver down her body. He felt it, and his hands landed on top of her thighs, moving in soothing strokes along them. It was pleasing, the feeling of his hands on her legs, but at the same time startling. She nibbled on her lower lip with indecision.
“This is perfection.” His hands slid all the way to her knees and beneath the edge of her chemise. He continued on up her thighs, his hands against her bare skin. It was too much, and she stiffened, pulling one knee over his body.
“Ye need to learn to trust me, Jemma.”
His voice was deeply serious. He captured her waist and lifted her up once more to set her down on her back.
“You cannot expect me to simply do what you command. Not when we are talking about—”
“About being intimate?” He pinned her down with his weight but didn’t move up her body so that their faces were even. Instead he remained lower on the bed, his hands returning to her thighs to stroke them with even motions.
“You are not my husband.” She didn’t say it unkindly. “I cannot shame my father. Understand that, please.”
His eyes flashed with something that looked like a challenge. “Ye think I do nae comprehend honor? Marrying ye is the simple way to gain what I want, lass. This is no about that. ’Tis yer trust I want to earn at this moment.”
He raised her chemise, pushing the fabric up to bare her thighs. His hands slipped back down along the length he’d uncovered until he cupped each knee, his fingers spreading over each one before gripping lightly.
“But making ye mindless with pleasure when ye don’t have to lie in me bed and submit to me touch, now that’s the challenge I’m taking up, too.”
“That’s sinful talk.”
He pushed her thighs apart with the grip on her knees, spreading her once more and keeping her that way by placing his body between her open thighs. She gasped as the night air brushed against the folds of her sex. A small portion of her chemise still covered her mons, but it held very flimsy protection against the determination glittering in Gordon’s eyes.
“It’s honest, and isn’t that more in keeping with God’s law than everyone pretending that touching doe nae feel good?”
His hand moved over her belly, rubbing and kneading the place that was so full of excitement.
“Tell me ye don’t like having me hand on ye, or better still, prove yerself the creature I believe ye to be and tell me the truth.”
He rubbed her belly again, and pleasure rippled through her. It was deep and hot in a way she hadn’t even imagined her body might feel.
But she liked it and craved more of it.
“I can see the enjoyment shining in yer eyes, Jemma, just as ye can see how much I like touching ye.” His hand slid down to cover her mons. She gasped as pleasure spiked through her. It was hard and forced the breath out of her lungs. Her clitoris pulsed with sensation that was almost acute.
“I can smell how hot yer body is for mine.”
His hand slipped over the edge of her chemise to gently stroke the folds of her sex. Just his fingertips touched her first, but she jerked with the contact because it was so strong. A bolt of need tore into her so strongly she whimpered. Her hands fisted in the bedding beneath her, and Gordon had to press his other hand down on top of
